122 MAEY'S GARDEN AND HOW IT GEEW 



"Horticultural Club?" asked Miss Bronson. 

 "Why, of course you could." 



"Horticultural Club," announced the chair after 

 each member had given an opinion. "All in favor " 



"Aye !" shouted the meeting. 



"Now, there are the by-laws," began the chairman. 



"What are by-laws, Donald?" asked Eleanor. 



"They are the laws you have to mind," explained 

 Mary, without giving the chair a chance to answer. 

 "The laws you go by; that's why they call them 

 'by-laws.' " 



"You might appoint a committee of three to make 

 the by-laws, Donald," suggested Miss Bronson. 



"Ma-ar-g'ret ! " came little Harold's voice from 

 below, as the ladder was banged by way of knocking 

 (it was the only way you could knock at the door of 

 the Bug Association's room). 



Margaret rose instantly and went to the ladder. 

 "Harold Dickson," she called, without opening the 

 trap-door, "you can't come up here ; you just go 

 play!" 



"Never mind ! You '11 be sorry if you don't let 

 me come up, and everybody '11 be sorry. You don't 

 know what I 've got ! And I can eat them all my- 

 self, so there ! " 



