"I believe," said Allan, "I should like to be an Arden Forester."
This announcement was received with enthusiasm.
"That is, if I understand it. 'To remember the Forest secret, to bear hard things bravely—'"
"And if you are an honorary member, like Miss Celia and Morgan, you won't have to search for the ring," put in Belle.
"The ring is found, and is waiting till the magician breaks the spell. You know, Uncle Allan, he has hung it on a nail in his shop, by the door, just as if he were trying really," Rosalind explained.
"I think I shall ask to be taken on probation," Mr. Whittredge continued.
"On trial. I might not do you credit, you know."
The Arden Foresters refused to admit the possibility of this, and Belle and Rosalind began delightedly to enumerate their members.
They rowed homeward slowly, for it was up stream, and as they went they unwound the clover chain, and let it trail far behind them until it caught among the reeds and was broken.