“What, go now?”
“Yes, you and she can talk it over.”
In a few minutes Charlie and Aunt Stanshy were hurrying down the street as if suddenly summoned by the pressing sickness of a friend.
“O, let’s get Sid,” suggested Charlie, as they neared Sid Waters’s house.
“Well,” replied Aunt Stanshy.
Sid, whose appetite never failed him, was eating a lunch, but he responded at once to Charlie’s invitation to “Come out.”
“What’s up, Charlie? I am the man for you,” replied the president, who had an abundance of resources at his command, and was prepared—in his own opinion—for any emergency. “What is up? Down-townies round?”
“We want to have a temperance meeting. Come down to teacher’s.”
“All right. Temperance meeting? The club get it up?”
“I don’t just know, but we can talk it over.”