“They want to see you, sir,” said the young woman. “The noise really wasn’t their fault.”
“It wasn’t, eh? Did you tell them I was in a board meeting?”
“Yes, and then they wanted to see the whole board. They come from Wicksville.”
At that President James shot a kind of a look at us and stepped a little closer.
“What about Wicksville?” says he.
Wiggamore interrupted. “These kids,” says he, “have been making a pest of themselves there. I don’t know why they came here, but I’ll ’tend to them. I’ll see they don’t disturb you any more.”
“Um!... Four boys don’t come ’way to the city from Wicksville and try to break into a board meeting without there’s something back of it. We’ve been talking about that Wicksville situation this morning, and if these boys can clear it up any I’d like to talk to them. As for me, I don’t understand it.”
“We kin clear it up a l-l-lot,” says Mark. “Just take us into that meeting and l-l-let us tell you.”
“It’s nonsense,” says Wiggamore. “It’s some kind of a kid practical joke.”
“Kids don’t joke like this,” says President James. “Come in, all of you. If there’s nothing to it we won’t waste a great deal of time finding it out.”