“What else would you sugest?” I said freezingly. Because to hear her one would have considered the entire G. A. C. as her own idea.
“Well,” she said, “I don’t know, unless we have a Secret Service and guard your father’s mill. Because every one thinks he is going to have trouble with Spies.”
I made no reply to this, as William was dusting the Drawing Room, but said, “Come over. We can discuss that privatly.” I then rang off.
I am terrably worried, because my father is my best friend, having always understood me. I cannot endure to think that he is in danger. Alas, how true are the words of Dryden:
“War, he sung, is Toil and Trouble,
Honour but an empty Bubble.”
Noon: Jane came over as soon as she had had her breakfast, and it was a good thing I had everything written out, because she started in right away to run things. She wanted a Constitution and By-Laws as I had expected. But I was ready for her.
“We have a Constitution, Jane,” I said, solemnly. “The Constitution of the United States, and if it is good enough for a whole Country I darsay it is good enough for us. As for By-laws, we can make them as we need them, which is the way laws ought to be made anyhow.”
We then made a list, Jane calling up as I got the numbers in the telephone book. Everybody accepted, although Betty Anderson objected to the orange tie because she has red hair, and one of the Robinson twins could not get ten dollars because she was on probation at School and her Familey very cold with her. But she had loned a girl at school five dollars and was going to write for it at once, and thought she could sell a last year’s sweater for three dollars to their laundress’s daughter. We therfore admited her.
All is going well, unless our Parents refuse, which is not likely, as we intend to purchace the Tent and Unaforms before consulting them. It is the way of Parents not to care to see money wasted.
Our motto we have decided on. It is but three letters, W. I. H., and is a secret.