"May we come in?" he asked.
"Who are 'we'?"
"Oh, only Aleck and Ikey," and he ushered in his companions without
further ceremony.
"If you don't object to my going on with my work, I shall be glad to
have you," she said.
"Can't we help you?" asked Aleck politely, dropping down among the
cushions on the couch.
"No, I thank you, and please have some mercy on my new pillow."
Ikey, who admired pretty things, rescued the dainty white and yellow
pillow, and modestly helped himself to a footstool.
"Take the floor, Carl, it is the only safe place," murmured lazy
Aleck.
"Somebody take it, please, and tell me the object of this call."
"We want to get even with the girls," began Carl, as his aunt leaned
back in her chair, all attention.
"They think themselves so clever with their old club," said Aleck, his
nose in the air.
"They are clever--quite as much so as boys." Aunt Zelie returned to
her bills, and there was silence for a moment; then Ikey spoke:
"We thought it would be fun to have a club too, and not tell the girls
the name. There isn't any harm in that, is there?" meekly.
"None whatever. What I do not like is that tone of lofty superiority.
You do not realize how it sounds, and as I consider myself one of the
girls I shall take such remarks as personal.
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