s give that to Mr. Boyd and cut her one of these old-fashioned
spice pinks," Hilary said.

"Better put a bit of pepper-grass for the Imp," Tracy suggested, as the
girls went from place to place up and down the long table.

"Paul's to have a pansy," Hilary insisted. She remembered how, if it
hadn't been for Pauline's "thought" that wet May afternoon, everything
would still be as dull and dreary as it was then.

At her own place she found a spray of belated wild roses, Tom had laid
there, the pink of their petals not more delicate than the soft color
coming and going in the girl's face.

"We've brought for-get-me-not for you, Shirley," Bell said, "so that
you won't forget us when you get back to the city."

"As if I were likely to!" Shirley exclaimed.

"Sound the call to supper, sonny!" Tom told Bob, and Bob, raising the
farm dinner-horn, sounded it with a will, making the girls cover their
ears with their hands and bringing the boys up with a rush.

"It's a beautiful picnic, isn't it?" Patience said, reappearing in time
to slip into place with the rest.

"And after supper, I will read you the club song," Tracy announced.

"Are we to have a club song?" Edna asked.

"We are."

"Read it now, son--while we eat," Tom suggested.

Tracy rose promptly--"Mind you save me a few scraps then. First, it
isn't original--"

"All the better," Jack commented.

"Hush up, and listen--

"'A cheerful world?--It surely is.
And if you understand your biz
You'll taboo the worry worm,
And cultivate the happy germ.

"'It's a habit to be happy,
Just as much as to be scrappy.
So put the frown away awhile,
And try a little sunny smile.'"

There was a generous round of applause. Tracy tossed the scrap of
paper across the table to Bell. "Put it to music, before the next
round-up, if you please."

Bell nodded. "I'll do my best."

"We've got a club song and a club badge, and we ought to have a club
motto," Josie said.

"It's right to your hand, in your song," her brother answered. "'It's
a habit to be happy.'"

"Good!" Pauline seconded him, and the motto was at once adopted.

CHAPTER VIII

SNAP-SHOTS

Bell Ward set the new song to music, a light, catchy tune, easy to pick
up. It took immediately, the boys whistled it, as they came and went,
and the girls hummed it. Patience, with cheerful impartiality, did
both, in season and out of season.

It certainly looked as though it w