"Contrary, no," said Margery, and paused. Deep silence reigned, and the clock on the mantelpiece struck once.
"I propose we have for a badge a blue ribbon, and get mamma to paint an envelope on it, with the initials of the club over it. Would that be nice?" asked Margery.
"Lovely; and now I must go, because that was half-past five that struck," said Trix, jumping up.
"So must I," echoed Amy.
They hastily bundled themselves into their waterproofs, and Amy was stamping her foot into her right rubber, when she paused with the other rubber suspended in the air, on the way to her left foot.
"Why, there's Miss Isabel; we never thought of her!" she cried.
"Sure enough." "That's so." "Oh, our dear Miss Isabel," cried Trix and Jack and Margery together.
"You'll have to make five divisions in the box, Jack," said Margery decidedly, "for she's got to be an honorary member."