The Going-To Club had only one member. Bobby Brant was that member. In fact, Bobby was the club.  
It was his mother who named him the Going-To Club. It always took at least two askings to get Bobby to do anything. Sometimes it took three or four. Bobby was always "going to."
 
This club always met when there was something Bobby wanted particularly to do; and it met most often in the spring, when the boys were out flying their kites. In the spring nobody could get Bobby to do anything.
 
One spring Bobby had a very fine new kite that he and his father had made together. They named it the Skylark, because they thought it would fly higher than any of the other kites. But something was wrong. Instead of sailing up gracefully, as it should, the first time Bobby tried to fly it, the Skylark pitched about so violently that Bobby had to wind it in.
 
Just then he heard Mary Jane calling, "Bobby, will you get me some water?"
 
"All right," cried Bobby. "I wonder what ails it," he added, as he turned the kite about.
 
"Bob-by-y!"
 
"I'm going to," answered the Going-To Club i............