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Virginia’s meditations were interrupted by Margaret, who was asking, “Every one of us is holding an office except Sally. What can she be?”

“I choose her for my assistant,” Virg said.

“Whizzle! What an honor! Sal, think of that for dizzy soaring. Up from the common ranks all in a jiff to vice president.”

Sally flushed, looking prettier than before. “I never do know, Betsy,” she said feebly, “whether you’re making fun or not.”

Margaret intervened. “Just decide that she always is,” she suggested. “I never knew Betsy Clossen to be solemn.”

“Then Mistress Megsy, you’re going to have a brand new experience, for I am going to be solemn five minutes by the clock.” Turning to Virginia she asked, her expression as big-eyed and serious as she could make it, “Madame President, we have two objects for this club, one to study and one to eat. We have each been appointed to an office of honor. It merely remains now for us to select a fitting motto.”

Virginia smiled and the other girls laughed, but Betsy looked reproachfully from one to the other and they could not make her change her solemn expression. “Everybody think a moment,” Virg suggested, but almost at once Babs sprang up and clapped her hands. “I know where there are steens and steens of mottos, any one of them would do.”