"But 'quest' sounds more like the Forest," Rosalind urged.
"More romantic," added Belle, adjusting her comb and tying her ribbon.
"One word is as good as another if it means what you want to say," insisted Jack. "They think they are so smart with their 'reciprocity,' and they got it out of a book."
Rosalind glanced at him reproachfully. "We looked in the dictionary for the meaning," she said.
"I see no objection to getting it out of a book. Most constitutions are patterned after others, and reciprocity is a good word. Is there any more?" Miss Celia spread her work on her knee and turned to Maurice.
"Just the watchword 'The Forest.'"
"I like your society very much and want to join if, as you suggested, I can be an honorary member. I can try to bear hard things bravely, and remember the Forest secret, although I haven't any time to give to the quest of the ring."
"Then let her write her name under the magician's," said Rosalind, clapping her hands. "Now we have seven members."
Maurice had his fountain-pen in his pocket, just as if he had expected a new member this morning, and Celia signed her name in the book beneath "C.J. Morgan, Magician."
"He wrote that for fun, because Rosalind calls him 'the magician,'" Belle explained.