oney to the club, even for
dues. We are not obliged to conform to any particular set of rules. Our
club can be a purely informal organization with no obligations attached
to it."

"But it would be splendid to have a little money in the treasury,"
interposed Louise Sampson. "I know what we can do," she went on eagerly.
"Let us make the dues a dollar a year, and pledge ourselves to earn that
sum. Any one who feels that she can neither earn nor give a dollar can
be a member of the club just the same. Then we could give entertainments
or concerts or something and start a little fund of our own."

Grace's gray eyes sparkled. Louise Sampson was a girl after her own
heart. "Then you must ask your president to call a meeting. She can
instruct the secretary to post a notice on the bulletin board," she
advised.

The committee seized upon Louise's plan with avidity.

"Why can't we post a notice and have done with it?" asked Cecil Ferris
innocently.

"Because we have just made a law that the president shall be notified of
proposed meetings and shall post a bulletin to that effect," reminded
Grace.

The girls remained for another hour, discussing their plans and
reconstructing their by-laws previous to voting on them. It was decided
to have a weekly meeting to take place on each Tuesday between five and
six o'clock in the afternoon, but a special meeting might be called at
any time at the request of a member, but at the president's discretion.

"The last clause in that by-law is unfortunate," criticized Emma, when,
in the privacy of their room that night, Grace went over with her friend
the club rules as she had set them down.

"I know what you mean." Grace gave an impatient sigh. "Still, as
president of the club Miss Ward must be consulted about things. You
think she is likely to refuse to call a meeting at the request of a
member, if she happens to be so inclined, don't you?"

"I do, and she will," prophesied Emma. "I wouldn't lose any sleep over
it, Gracie, but still it's a good plan to be prepared in advance for the
beauteous Evelyn's vagaries. To change the subject, I have heard very
little mention made of the sophomore reception in the house. I wonder if
it is because some of the girls have no evening gowns?"

Grace sat up in her chair, with a start of surprise. "Really, Emma, I
had forgotten all about the reception. I suppose it slipped my mind
because it is to be held so much later this year on account of repairi