It was Aunt Stanshy calling. Tony and Juggie now moved off, and Charlie went into the house with a heavy heart.
“What is the matter, Charles Pitt Macomber?”
“Club has broken up,” and Charlie’s lips quivered.
“Mad?”
Charlie did not speak, but moved his head up and down like a saw.
“Who? Sid, Rick, Wort, Pip?”
Each time the saw went up and down.
“Are you mad?”
“I was, but I am not now.”
“I’m sorry. I guess it’s a pretty bad case, and the club has all gone to splinters.”