“If they want a meeting, we can give ’em one,” said Sid, confidently.
Thus re-enforced, Aunt Stanshy and Charlie presented themselves at Miss Barry’s door.
“Come in, come,” said the teacher. “I have just got home myself.”
“We—we have come,” exclaimed Aunt Stanshy, “to see if we couldn’t have a temperance meeting! You know we need it.”
“O, I see; and the boys?”
“The boys,” said Sid, proudly, “think you could rely on them to—to—pull an oar.”
He felt it might be prudent not to propose to do the whole of the rowing, and offer the town a meeting managed wholly by the “Up-the-Ladder Club,” but modestly—to—pull an oar.
“Splendid!” said the teacher, her enthusiasm charming the boys. “Among us all, I guess we can manage it.”
“I don’t know as I can do any thing except to get people out,” said Aunt Stanshy, fearful that she might be called upon to speak in the meeting.
“Let us go and see Mr. Walton,” suggested Miss Barry.