“All right,” came from Helen sleepily. “But that can wait. I think the thing to make up our minds about first is—what would it do if it was a club? I mean clubs have to have some object.”
“Why!” exclaimed Winnie blankly, “I never thought of that!”
“Well,” still opposed Louise, “I don’t see why we have to have an object. Just meet, and have a president and secretary and things, and enjoy ourselves.”
“What about an embroidery club?” suggested Edith. “Marie and I like to embroider.”
“I don’t,” said Louise flatly.
“Nannie was telling me about a walking-club she belonged to,” Helen suggested pacifically.
Nannie was Helen’s step-mother—not at all like the step-mothers in the fairy-tales, but a pretty, gay woman of about twenty-eight, who was great friends with her step-daughter and the step-daughter’s chums.
“A hiking-club?” asked Winnie. “That would be fun. Why couldn’t we combine both those things in one?”
“Lovely!” jeered Louise. “I can see myself trotting along up a mountain, embroidering as I go!”
“Listen to Louise being sarcastic!” said Helen. “I think the idea of combining two or three things is a splendid one.”