"Father is going to get me
an outfit in the city and I'll pay you and Gus to set it up for--"
"Set it up yourself, you lazy thing!" said Cora.
"If you please, miss, I've got other matters--"
"All right, Terry,--see you later about it. Now, listen, hopefuls.
You'll all be here, but this occasion is going to be incomplete, unless
we have a lot more on deck. We all want to get out, and scout round and
fetch in every kid that wants to amount to anything at all and is big
enough to understand and appreciate what's going on. And even then it
won't be quite up to snuff unless--"
"I know! You want Mr. Hooper here, too!" shouted Skeets. But in trying
to rise to make herself heard, she upset her chair and then sat down on
the floor, jarring the building. When the shout of mirth subsided, Bill
said:
"That's right. Mr. Hooper and Professor Gray. We'll have to tell them
about it."
"Father wrote that he's coming home to-night," announced Grace proudly.
"Great shakes! Did he? Gus, get on the 'phone and find out!" Bill
commanded. "Now, then, let's all get busy and----"
"Righto, Billy, but what will our folks think has become of us when it's
so late?" Dot questioned.
"I move we go into executive session!" shouted Walt Maynard.
"Sure, and the president of the class can call a meeting," said Terry
Watkins.
"It's up to you then, Billy," Cora agreed.
"I call it. Come to order and dispense with the minutes, Miss
Secretary," Billy grinned at Dot.
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