“I say, Chief, don’t you think some of us might go up to the city and help Philip make the cement pond?” asked Albert eagerly.

“We might,” murmured Jay, “if we get invited.”

“Boys, it’s late.  We know a little of what our stunts are to be.  Next week each of you bring about fifty seeds of each kind you intend to plant.  Be able to tell just how these seeds should be planted.  Also have the dimensions of your plots.  Jack will bring some soft wood along, too.  And Philip, find out, if possible just how much money you can have for shrubs.  Now on with your coats!  Out of my house in two seconds!”

“No food to-night is a sad blow, Chief,” said Albert pretending to weep as he opened the outside door.

“This blow is sadder,” replied Jack, playfully shoving Albert clean out of the door.

III

THE GIRLS’ SECRET

A very timid little knock roused The Chief from his study of Jack’s coldframe plans.  The outer door gently opened and three little girls entered and advanced to where the man sat.  One, the smallest of the three, was thrust forward as spokesman.  Gathering herself together she began with a rush.  She thrust a letter into The Chief’s hands.

“This is the boys’ horrid letter.  We don’t care particularly about belonging to a boys’ club.  We wouldn’t now, any way.  But we’d like to show those boys a thing or two and we thought perhaps you would help us.  Will you?”

“Sit down, and we will work out a little plot together.  But first tell me your names.  I like to know the names of people with whom I plot.”

The girls came close to the man.  The spokesman did the introducing.  “I am Delia, Peter’s sister, and just as smart as he is.  This,” pointing to a quiet, pleasant-faced girl, “is Ethel.  And the other is Jack’s sister, Elizabeth.”

“How many more girls belong to this company?”

“They are all outside waiting, I’ll call them in if you say so.  They are behind the lilac bushes.  You see we were afraid some of the boys might come to see you, so we hid.  For we don’t wish them to know about this at all.  I’ll call the girls in now.”  So Delia ran to the door, held it wide open, and called “Come girls, he wants to meet you!”

“Come right in, girls.  This one,” pointing to a girl with light hair and bright eyes, “is Eloise.  Her father keeps the Inn.  And this is Josephine, who has no yard at all; and Helena who has plenty of ground; and this,” with a grand flourish, “this is the judge’s daughter, Katharine.”

“I hate,” said Katharine, “always being labelled; I think it’s pretty hard on a girl to be tagged this way.”

“If you’ll sit down,” began The Chief—­“although there are not chairs enough—­we’ll get right down to business.”

And then how they talked!  Closer and closer they drew up to The Chief until the eight heads were so close together they seemed almost one huge head.  Finally they all shouted with laughter.