THE HORTICULTURAL CLUB 117 



"Donald," suggested Margaret Dickson. 

 . "Who seconds the nomination ? " 



"I do ! " said Buddy Thomas. 



"Take the chair, Donald," said Miss Bronson. 

 "Now you 're started, children ! " she ended with 

 a laugh. 



Donald belonged to the boys' club at St. Andrew's, 

 so he knew how things should be done. He walked 

 over and took the chair by the unsteady table. 



"Mary ought to tell us about the club, Donald," 

 said Mildred Patterson, a pretty, delicate-looking 

 little girl. 



"Second her!" cried Randolph Findlayson. 

 "Mary 's the one to tell us about it. It 's her 

 club." 



"Mary has the floor," announced the chairman. 



The under-gardener looked down in some bewil- 

 derment at the boards whereon the feet of the assem- 

 bly rested. 



"We want you to tell us about the garden club, 

 dear," explained Miss Bronson. 



"We-ell," Mary began, drawing a long breath, 

 "it's just this. Last year we had the Juvenile Bug 

 'Sociation, and we caught butterflies and things, and 

 this year we 're all making gardens, and I thought, 



