"We are going to give you box number one, because—oh, because you are you, and an honorary member," said Jack. "And Margery's to have two, because she thought of the plan——"
"And you'll have to have three, because you named the town, Jack," interrupted Margery.
"And Trix and Amy will have four and five," resumed Jack.
But Miss Isabel, foreseeing possible danger, interposed.
"I wouldn't have any rewards of that kind," she said. "I'd have Blissylvania a real republic, with every one equal, and draw lots for numbers."
"So would I," echoed Margery heartily. "I don't want to be first because I thought of the plan."
"I'd like to do something to celebrate the club," cried Trix, balancing on one foot on the seat of the arbor. "I'd like to do something queer."
As she spoke the board, which was loose at one end, flew up and sent Trix flying first upward, and then into a collapsed heap under the seat.
"You've done it!" shouted Jack, in ecstasy—"you've done the queer thing!"
"O Trix, are you hurt?" cried the other two girls anxiously.