"Well," said Mr. Clay, after a moment's consideration, "I don't know but I'll accept. It is quite an honor. President of the Snyvyville Do-Something Club!" and he laughed again.
I wish I had time to tell you the story of the new club! Under Mr. Clay's presidency, they prospered; and became proud of their club. True to their name, they "did" many things which were for their good, not only, but for the good of others.
Some day I may write out their story, or a piece of it.
They grew to be very fond of their president, as well as very proud of his schemes.
The Do-Nothing Club had but one report in the note-book of their secretary:
Resolved, That the Snyvyville Do-Nothing Club change its name to the "Do-Something Club," as it has not prospered under the former title, but has been the cause of ten headaches, ten stomachaches, and the loss of two dollars and sixty cents, to the members thereof.
(Signed) James Powell, Sec'y.
The Club still kept its motto, "Fragi Agrestes," for they thought that "wild strawberries" had taught them a lesson they would not soon forget.
Paranete.
