Patty at Home by Carolyn Wells, Fiction, Classics

Patty Fairfield and her dad were trying to decide for certain where to live -- whether New York City, where Mr. Fairfield was going to run his business, or out here in the suburbs where her cousins lived. But that Saturday afternoon meeting of the Tea Club developed into a merry frolic, with a cup of tea, which was often a figure of speech for chocolate or lemonade, at the close. There were no rules. The girls took pleasure in calling themselves unruly members. There were no dues, and consequently no occasion for a secretary or treasures. Patty continued to be called the president, but the title meant nothing more than the fact that she was really a chief favourite among the girls. No one was bound, or even expected to attend the meetings unless she chose; but, as a rule, a large majority of the club was present.