"Alene, I wish you could join the Happy-Go-Luckys."
"The Happy-Go-Luckys? What are they?"
"A kind of club—you know."
"A club," said Alene, in such a doubtful tone that Laura took a sudden fit of laughter.
"Oh, Alene, you're so funny! It's not a club to hit with, but just us—a crowd of girls—to go together for fun and to do things."
"Oh, Laura! Would you really let me join, if Uncle will allow?"
"I'd love to, but we have some rules and bylaws—to be eligible the candidate's age must be at least twelve!" Laura from long practice was able to repeat the big words glibly.
"And I won't be twelve till July the seventeenth! Oh, Laura!"
"That's not so far off!"
"But what'll become of me till then? I'll die of loneliness!"