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“I think it’s rather hard on Bob to have to help me give a party, just because K. happens to be hungry,” said Betty.

“I’m ravenous too,” announced Rachel.

“So am I,” added Madeline, “and so are we all. Have you plenty of crackers, Betty?”

“I think so,” said Betty, tugging at the lowest drawer of the chiffonier. “I keep them in here because it shuts so tight that the mice don’t smell them.”

“And other thieves cannot break through and borrow,” murmured Katherine, applying her basket-ball arm to the refractory drawer.

Bob presently returned with the cheese, and the rabbit was well under way, when Nita Reese spied a new pin on Helen’s stock. “What’s that, Helen?” she asked.

“Philosophical Club,” announced Helen proudly. “I was taken in last Saturday.”

Mary Brooks reached over Roberta’s shoulder and unceremoniously helped herself to the pin. “It’s awfully pretty,” she said. “What does it mean?”

Helen explained, and the pin, which was the emblem of a new and very learned Harding society, went around the circle.