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“Where?” Megsy inquired.

“On my motto calendar. I’ll tell you what, Virg. You select a date and I’ll read the motto that’s under it.”

“Well, then, January fifteenth, which is today.”

Barbara skipped to her bird’s-eye maple writing desk and read from the small pad calendar.

“Do the work that’s nearest,

Though it’s dull at whiles.

Helping when you meet them,

Lame dogs over stiles.”

Virginia smiled. “That’s excellent,” she said, “and let’s begin to put it into effect. To do the work that’s nearest, Babs, please hand me that pile of books yonder and I’ll begin the weekly review.”

“Ooh!” Betsy sank far down in her chair and looked so despondent that the others laughed. “Let’s get this part over as quickly as ever we can,” Barbara begged. “I’m almost famished for fudge.”

The review that evening proved two things to the president of the club. One was that Barbara had really studied during the week that had just ended and her pretty flushed face and eager way of answering showed that at last she was really interested in learning.