“What is that from, Cathalina?”

“Julius Caesar. A speech by Cassius about Brutus, I think.”

“Girls, we haven’t a name yet,” reminded Eloise.

“Greycliff’s Giggling Girls,” suggested Isabel.

“The Grey Cliff-Dwellers.”

“The Helping Hand Club, with a hand for a pin!”

“The Truth Seekers,—with a lantern!”

“Eloise says that her favorite emblem is a harp, a lyre or a banjo.”

“Get the name to fit the pin, then. How would the Happy Harpers do?”

“Come on, girls, be sensible,” said Hilary.

“I think that it would be sensible to leave the name another week or so. Maybe the designs for pins will help us, or somebody will have a bright thought. There’s the bell now!”

“All right, Helen, shall we, girls?” asked Eloise, the president of this as yet nameless society.

“We’ll have to,” said Juliet. “Good-night, the fudge was awfully good.”

“I begin to think that the ‘Fudge Club’ wasn’t such a bad name after all,” said Isabel. “They probably had a time to think up a name. ‘O, fudge’ is probably their motto.”

 CHAPTER IV.CLASS POLITICS. 

CHAPTER IV.

CLASS POLITICS.

Early Saturday morning Isabel flew into the suite occupied by Eloise, Helen, Pauline and Juliet. “I’ve something to tell you,” said she. “Your class meeting comes this morning, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” replied Juliet, “at ten o’clock.”

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