"But HOW."

"We'll think that up as we go along. We'll hold a session of the
club here in the graveyard every night and talk over what we've
done through the day, and if we think we've done anything that
isn't right or that would disgrace dad the one that does it, or
is responsible for it, must be punished. That's the rule. We'll
all decide on the kind of punishment--it must be made to fit the
crime, as Mr. Flagg says. And the one that's, guilty will be
bound to carry it out and no shirking. There's going to be fun
in this," concluded Jerry, with a relish.

"You suggested the soap-bubble party," said Faith.

"But that was before we'd formed the club," said Jerry hastily.
"Everything starts from to-night."

"But what if we can't agree on what's right, or what the
punishment ought to be? S'pose two of us thought of one thing
and two another. There ought to be five in a club like this."

"We can ask Jem Blythe to be umpire. He is the squarest boy in
Glen St. Mary. But I guess we can settle our own affairs
mostly. We want to keep this as much of a secret as we can.
Don't breathe a word to Mary Vance. She'd want to join and do
the bringing up."

"_I_ think," said Faith, "that there's no use in spoiling every
day by dragging punishments in. Let's have a punishment day."