Blanche. There, that is settled. But, girls, I advise you to pay a little attention to Alice outside of the Club, just so that the teachers won't notice. Miss Foster is awfully sharp. She pries about a good deal more than there's any call for her to. I shall ask Alice to walk with me pretty soon.
Agnes. Noble, self-sacrificing president! I will follow your example.
Lucille. I too.
Sophia. Suppose we all walk with her. Then Miss Foster can't say anything.
Christabel. I wish Miss Foster would mind her own business.
Blanche. Well, do not let's talk about this disagreeable subject any more. We were to have a paper on "Summer." Is the member prepared?
Morna (rises and reads). I must beg pardon for having no paper prepared, but I have had so many headaches lately I have been warned by Dr. Louise not to work so hard. Instead of a paper, I have a proposal. The Doctor says we ought to live out-of-doors more than we do. Let us have a summer fête—something that is quaint and original.
Blanche. It occurs to me that we might have a picnic and dress in peasant costume.
Lucille. How would you like a mountain laurel party?
Agnes. Oh, Lucille! just the thing. Girls, we could ask for a hall-holiday, and have a Queen, and cover her with lovely pink and white blossoms.