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and so did Margaret and Donald, and and Randolph, 

 that we could have meetings and talk about how we 

 did things. And I asked Mr. Trommel about it," she 

 went on, drawing another long breath, "and he said 

 'Yes, yes,' and that we ought to have an exhibition 

 at the end of the summer and invite everybody 

 like the Rose Show, you know, only not quite so 

 big." 



"Say, that would be nice," broke in Buddy 

 Thomas; "and we could have medals, and charge 

 admission, and then get some ice-cream for the 

 society." 



"But, Mary, what would we have to do at the 

 meetings ? " 



Mary deliberated. "We-ell," said she, "my mother 

 belongs to the League, and that 's the same as a club, 

 and at the League they have papers, and then they 

 all talk, and that 's ' discussion ' ; and then they have 

 tea and chocolate and whipped cream and cookies, 

 or those very nice sorts of wafer things that come 

 in tin boxes ; candy, too, sometimes, but you call it 

 'bonbons' then." 



"Say, that's nice," said Buddy Thomas, appre- 

 ciatively, "all 'cept the papers," he added, "and 

 that sounds like compositions." 



