“I don’t say to give it to a hospital,” said Nan indignantly. “I only said that was one way to do it. We could find something else to give it to. We might—might present a set of books to the school library. That would be a kindly deed, wouldn’t it? And it would say on the front of every book that it had been presented by the Junior Four.”
“Would we have to read them?” asked Kid dubiously.
“Of course not, not unless we wanted to. Reference books would be best, I suppose. Succeeding generations of students would appreciate our gift and thank us.”
“Hm.” This from Lanny. “The succeeding generations don’t make much of a hit with me, Nan. What’s the matter with doing something for the present generation?”
“Why, we would be! We’d use the books, too, Lanny. I only said that about succeeding generations to—to show that the gift would endure in usefulness.”
“If we made it an eating club,” said Kid, “we’d get some fun out of it ourselves.”
“There’s nothing noble about an eating club,” declared Nan severely. “I only thought it would be nice for us to—to embark on some noble enterprise and—and do good in the community. Of course, if you boys don’t care for my plan—”
“We haven’t said we don’t,” interrupted Bert hastily. “We—we’re only considering it, eh, fellows?”
“Sure,” replied Lanny. “I—I think it sounds pretty good, only I don’t see where the money’s coming from.”