"And I too!" cried Laura, joining them.
"I like Dr. Medway; he never once called me 'an interesting case' but talked as if I were just a little girl he would like to see cured. When I think of it I feel so queer, I have to keep tight hold of my crutches, to keep from floating away into the air, like a balloon!" Ivy glanced across the room. "Things seem to be upside down, for there I imagine I see Hugh and Mark Griffin buzzing together like two old gossips!"
"It's not imagination; all the boys are as amiable as the children when they play Mrs. Come-to-See! They were tottering on the brink of friendship and Lois toppled them over into each other's arms."
"You Happy-Go-Luckys look to your laurels; Hugh and I belong to a club of our own now!" called Mat.
"What, the Torchlights?" chorused the three.
He looked surprised.
"How did you know about it?"
They looked wise but said not a word, and Ivy whispered to the girls how near she had come to finding out.
At that moment, taking a glass of lemonade, Mark Griffin stood up.
"To the clever and plucky,
The Happy-Go-Lucky—club!"