Miss Bertha here reached as high as she could, and her admirers, with sparkling eyes, stretched upward their small arms, also, shouting, “Up-the-Ladder Club! Up-the-Ladder Club!”
“I’ll put it to vote, teacher,” said the president, with dignity. “Those in favor of it, say ‘Aye.’”
A ringing “Aye” was now given, and after it, came a sharp-featured, wrinkled face at the door.
“Land’s sake, Bertha, what’s the matter?”
“O it’s only my class, grandmother.”
“It scat me dreadfully. I thought it was fire,” and, saying this, the old lady, with a sigh of relief, withdrew.
“And now, teacher, we want a badge; something to wear, you know,” exclaimed Sid.
“What’s that you have on?” Miss Bertha asked of Juggie.
“A sword,” replied that warrior, displaying his right leg, on which he had already chalked a sword.
“That’s for the down-townies,” said the governor, in a martial tone.