“Girls, come to order!” shouted Hilda Bretherton in a somewhat disorderly tone.
“How can we come to order without a president?” queried a rosy-cheeked, roly-poly damsel answering to the name of Puddy Kennett.
“I elect Prue Shaftsbury!” screamed Hilda above the merry din of voices.
“You can't elect—you simply nominate,” said Prue.
“I second the motion,” said Nannie Branscome,... more...