should rather have made the fudge."

"Speaking of societies," broke in Betty, who had been in a brown
study for several minutes, "let's have a club of some kind."

"Good idea, Bettikins," approved Charlotte. "Let's make it a dramatic
club, and I'll do the heroes."

"With only four in the club you would have to be hero and villain
and the heroine's white-haired father all in the same play," said
Ruth with a laugh. "It would take all the rest of us to play the
other parts."

"I mean really a nice club," continued Betty, pursuing her own idea
with great seriousness, "and meet once a week and do something."

"Rather vague, that," murmured Charlotte. "If that's all there is
to it we're a club now."

"What's your idea, Betty?" asked Dorothy encouragingly. "Anything
but sewing. I utterly refuse to join that kind of a club."

"I knew a girl in Chicago," said Ruth, "who belonged to a cooking
club. They met every two weeks at the different houses to practice,
and once in two months they cooked a supper and invited other girls
and boys. She said they had great fun and really learned a great
deal."

"That's just my idea," declared Betty promptly, "only I couldn't
get it quite clear in my own mind."