Each took her buddy solemnly by the hand and vowed allegiance.

Peachy then produced what she called "the loving cup," a three-handled vase of brown pottery brought by Jess from Edinburgh and with the motto "Mak' yersel' at hame," on it in cream-colored letters.
It was usually a receptacle for flowers, but it had been hastily washed for the occasion and filled with lemonade, a rather bitter brew concocted by Peachy and Delia from a half-ripe lemon plucked in the garden and a few lumps of sugar saved from tea.

This was passed round, and the Camellia Buds gulped it heroically as a pledge of sisterhood.
"The password is _Thistle-down_," decreed Agnes, as the members, trying not to pull sour faces, consoled themselves with candy and broke up the meeting.

"Any one who can think of a stunt for next time please bring along propositions.

We're always open to new ideas and ready for a startler." As a direct result of her admission to this select sorority Irene found herself flung by Fate into the arms of Lorna Carson.