"Say, she's as good's a boy. She's goin' to join the club!" he announced, with triumph. "As honery member," he added.
Peter Hyde held out a brown hand.
"Congratulations! And to the club, too!"
Nancy was conscious that he was staring at her in a perplexed way. Her cheeks already red from running took on an added color under his glance. But there was a friendliness in his, eyes that won, her in spite of her resolve to avenge at every opportunity her injured dignity.
"I'd have won," she retorted laughingly, "if it hadn't been for—these," and she swished her white skirts. "But I don't care as long as Davy says I may join the club. Meetings whenever Liz cleans the meeting-house," she repeated.
"And she can swim and she can play ball and says we can make fires and things," cried Davy to Peter Hyde.
"Then you won't need me anymore?"
"You can be a honery member, too. She says they do nice things for clubs."
Peter Hyde put an arm across Davy's shoulder. "I think we could do a lot of nice things for Davy and his club," he said, directly to Nancy. "Seems to me there's energy and enthusiasm here that's being sort of wasted. What do you say—shall we be honery members?"
Nancy nodded. "I swear to keep all the rules."