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Dora said it didn’t matter; Alice might. So Alice read it, and though she gabbled a bit we all heard it. I copied it afterwards. This is what she read:

“NEW SOCIETY FOR BEING GOOD IN

“I, Dora Bastable, and Alice Bastable, my sister, being of sound mind and body, when we were shut up with bread and water on that jungle day, we thought a great deal about our naughty sins, and we made our minds up to be good forever after. And we talked to Daisy about it, and she had an idea. So we want to start a society for being good in. It is Daisy’s idea, but we think so too.”

“You know,” Dora interrupted, “when people want to do good things they always make a society. There are thousands–there’s the Missionary Society.”

“Yes,” Alice said, “and the Society for the Prevention of something or other, and the Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Society, and the S. P. G.”

“What’s S. P. G.?” Oswald asked.

“Society for the Propagation of the Jews, of course,” said Noel, who cannot always spell.

“No, it isn’t; but do let me go on.”

Alice did go on.

“We propose to get up a society, with a chairman and a treasurer and secretary, and keep a journal-book saying what we’ve done. If that doesn’t make us good it won’t be my fault.

“The aim of the society is nobleness and goodness, and great and unselfish deeds. We wish not to be such a nuisance to grown-up people, and to perform prodigies of real goodness. We wish to spread our wings”–here Alice read very fast. She told me afterwards Daisy had helped her with that part, and she thought when she came to the wings they sounded rather silly–“to spread our wings and rise above the kind of interesting things that you ought not to do, but to do kindnesses to all, however low and mean.”

Denny was listening carefully. Now he nodded three or four times.

“Little words of kindness” (he said),
“Little deeds of love,
Make this earth an eagle
Like the one above.”

This did not sound right, but we let it pass, because an eagle does have wings, and we wanted to hear the rest of what the girls had written. But there was no rest.

“That’s all,” said Alice, and Daisy said:

“Don’t you think it’s a good idea?”

“That depends,” Oswald answered, “who is president, and what you mean by being good.” Oswald did not care very much for the idea himself, because being good is not the sort of thing he thinks it is proper to talk about, especially before strangers. But the girls and Denny seemed to like it, so Oswald did not say exactly what he thought, especially as it was Daisy’s idea. This was true politeness.

“I think it would be nice,” Noel said, “if we made it a sort of play. Let’s do the ‘Pilgrim’s Progress.'”

We talked about that for some time, but it did not come to anything, because we all wanted to be Mr. Greatheart, except H. O., who wanted to be the lions, and you could not have lions in a Society for Goodness.

Dicky said he did not wish to play if it meant reading books about children who die; he really felt just as Oswald did about it, he told me afterwards. But the girls were looking as if they were in Sunday school, and we did not wish to be unkind.

At last Oswald said, “Well, let’s draw up the rules of the society, and choose the president and settle the name.”

Dora said Oswald should be president, and he modestly consented. She was secretary, and Denny treasurer if we ever had any money.

Making the rules took us all the afternoon. They were these:

RULES

1. Every member is to be as good as possible.

2. There is to be no more jaw than necessary about being good. (Oswald and Dicky put that rule in.)