"We ought to have a name for our club," said Amy.
"Yes; I've been thinking of that underneath all the time we were talking," said Margery.
Jack stooped down and peeped under the sofa.
"I don't see how you could have thought underneath, Margery," he said; "I see only Tommy Traddles there."
"Now, Jack, don't be funny," said Margery, "and look out for smartness. You know aunty says you are troubled with smartness sometimes. I meant that underneath all we were saying I kept thinking of our name."
"Would Post-Office Club do?" asked Amy.
"I know; call it the Happy Thought Club," cried Trix, "because it was a lovely thing for Margery to think of, and when we were half dead for something to do, too. And we can have it a secret from all the other girls and boys, and if we had the letters P. O. on our badge they'd know right off what they stood for. We'll have a badge, won't we?" she added.
"Let's vote on the name," said Margery. "All in favor of calling it the Happy Thought Club please signify it by saying aye."
Four voices instantly chorused "Aye."