"Why shouldn't he be nice?" she inquired a bit sharply. "Miss Rankin's nice herself." The remark went over Kitty's head, and the appearance of Sarah Blake down the roadway put a stop to the gossip. It was the gayest kind of a little party that made the rafters in Mrs. Clyde's dining-room ring with laughter an hour later. Blue Bonnet had insisted upon Grandmother and Aunt Lucinda lunching with them, so Mrs. Clyde sat at one end of the broad board and Miss Clyde at the other. Blue Bonnet's coreopsis had been rearranged, and put in a charming brown basket. From beneath the basket, and quite concealed from sight, were seven little boxes attached to yellow ribbons which ran to each of the We Are Sevens' plates. Blue Bonnet could scarcely wait for the dessert to be cleared away before she told the girls to pull the ribbons. When the boxes came in view there was a scream of delight. Nimble-fingered Kitty was the first to open hers, and the rest were not long following suit, revealing to the enraptured gaze quaint and oddly designed gold rings, the monogram of the We Are Sevens forming a seal. There was a rush for Blue Bonnet's side of the table, where that young person was deluged with caresses and many expressions of gratitude. "It's Uncle Cliff--he did it," Blue Bonnet managed to say when she could extricate herself. "That is, he suggested it--gave me the money--and I had them made at Tiffany's." There was a chorus of praise for Uncle Cliff, which must have made his ears ring to the point of deafness, even in far-off Texas. Amanda made a suggestion. "Let's go up-stairs in the clubroom and organize a Sorority. W. A. S. looks kind of Greeky in a monogram. We can have rings instead of pins for our insignia." The idea met with instant favor. There was another rush for the stairs, and a few moments later the Club members were comfortably settled in their quarters with Amanda in the Chair. Amanda was not quite clear as to the manner of procedure, but she gracefully waved a tack hammer found on the window-sill, in lieu of a gavel, and demanded order. When quiet at last descended upon the disturbed and noisy assemblage, Blue Bonnet asked if she might have the floor. She looked appealingly at the Chair. Debby rose to a point of order. "We've got to elect officers," she said. "Amanda hasn't been elected. I move that Blue Bonnet Ashe be our chairman." This Was the very opportunity Blue Bonnet wanted for her announcement. She made Debby a profound bow, pushing Amanda out of the way unceremoniously. "I thank you all for this very great honor," she began, clearing her throat in the most professional manner. She had once attended a woman's club with Miss Clyde in Boston. "But owing to my absence from the city the coming winter I--" There was a roar of protest from the Club members, en masse. "I shall be leaving you about the first of January--"