"'Miss President,' or 'Madam President.'"
This was greeted by a howl of joy from Roger.
"'Madam' is good!" he howled, wriggling with delight. "I do know how to put a motion, though. I'll leave it to Ethel Blue if I didn't set her idea on its legs last night by putting through a unanimous vote for Helen for president."
"You did, but you don't seem to be giving the president a chance to call the meeting to order now."
"I apologize, Madam President," and again Roger rolled over in excessive mirth.
"The meeting will come to order, then," began Helen. "Is that right, James?"
"O.K. Go ahead."
"Madam President," said Margaret promptly, "do you think it's necessary for us to be so particular and follow parliamentary law? I think it will be dreadfully stiff and fussy."
"Oh, let's do it, Margaret. I want to learn and you and James know how, so that's a service you can do for me. And Helen ought to know if she's going to be president," Roger urged.
"Here's where you're wrong at the jump-off, old man. You ought not to speak directly to Margaret. You ought to address the chair—that is, Helen."