There were no dues, and consequently no occasion for a secretary or treasures.

Patty continued to be called the president, but the title meant nothing more than the fact that she was really a chief favourite among the girls.

No one was bound, or even expected to attend the meetings unless she chose; but, as a rule, a large majority of the club was present.
And so to-day, in the library at Polly Stevens's house, nine members of the Tea Club were chattering like nine large and enthusiastic magpies.
"Now we can go on with the entertainment," said Lillian Desmond, as she sat on the arm of Patty's chair, curling wisps of the presidential hair over her fingers.

"If Patty had gone away, I should have resigned my part in the show and gone into a convent.

Where are you going to live, Patty ?" "I don't know, I am sure; we haven't selected a house yet; and if we don't find one we like, papa may build one, though I believe Marian has one all picked out for us." "Yes, I have," said Marian.