"Helen has called a meeting for this afternoon at five o'clock. We'll decide on something then."
"Where's it going to be?"
"Up in the ravine just before you get to Higgins Hall. Dorothy's going to make some sandwiches."
"Oh, Dorothy's going to belong."
"Sure thing. Our household can't do without her since Grandfather was sick. I asked Mother if Mary couldn't make us some sandwiches, but she said Mary was awfully busy to-day, and Dorothy said if the club was to help people she'd help Mary by making the sandwiches."
"Good old Dorothy! She's begun to be a United Server before the club has really got to working."
"I don't see why I can't come in on the sandwich business," said James. "I'm a dandy ham slicer."
"Come over, then. Dorothy's making them now on the back porch."
So it happened that there was almost a meeting of the club before the time actually set for it, but after all there was not a quorum, according to James, while at five o'clock every active member was present, though the members of the Advisory Board were detained by other engagements.
The ravine extended back from the lake toward the fence. Through it ran a brook which the dry weather had made almost non-existent, but its course was marked by an abundant growth of wild flowers, including the delicate blue of the forget-me-not.