"Oh, I've heard of that system. They're called 'Marketing Clubs,' I believe there's one in Brooklyn. Suppose we look into it," she added.
"I'll have my husband get the president's address. He knows some newspaper men and the club has been written up lots of times. Oh, yes, I remember the president's name is Mrs. Bangs."
So they exchanged cards, and, much to their amusement, discovered that they lived on the same block. The little bride's name was Mrs. Norton, and, as they parted at her door, she bound herself to join Mrs. Larry, Teresa Moore and Claire Pierce on their adventures in thrift.
"It's so much nicer to travel in pairs than in odd numbers," said Mrs. Larry.
"It's awfully good of you to let me come," answered Mrs. Norton. "None of my intimate friends are particularly interested in this sort of thing, but I've just got to be."
Mrs. Larry shifted the heavy parcel to the other arm.
"Every wife would be happier if she was
