"Present," remarked Fred from the corner of the sofa, where he was sitting with Rob and Bert.
"Treasurer, Master Edward Preston."
"Yes'm, I'm here," responded Ted with a giggle, "but I don't see what there is to treasure."
"Secretary, Master Robert Atkinson," continued Bess, regardless of the interruption.
"Here! What am I to do about it?" inquired Rob meekly.
"Chairman of Entertainment Committee, Master Philip Cameron."
"Trust me for coming," answered Phil, while Rob whispered,—
"That means you are chief clown."
"Beadle-in-chief and Disciplinarian, Master Samuel Boeminghausen."
"Yes, ma'am!" said Sam, and then fulfilled his official duties by frowning on Ted, who, mindful of his "Pickwick," murmured,—