He had not eaten more than one half of his lunch when he felt very much comforted, and the outside world brightened very perceptibly. To comfort him still further Aunt Stanshy allowed him to go after several boys and bring them to the barn, and it was in connection with this gathering that a new and important enterprise was suggested by one of the boys.
“It’s something that will pay,” said Sid.
Every body wanted to believe it and was willing to help it along. Soon Charlie came running from the barn into the kitchen.
“Aunt Stanshy, will you please lend me your scales?”
“My what?”
“Your scales for weighing, please.”
“What on earth is it now?” exclaimed Aunt Stanshy. It was a—so the placard on the barn door stated—it was A FAIR!
Charlie did not have much to say about it, but through the remainder of the day often hummed, or smiled and chuckled complacently. When Aunt Stanshy had lighted the kerosene lamp that had a big lion’s claw for a base and boasted a yellow shade covered with green shepherdesses and blue sheep, then Charlie sat down at the center-table and for an hour was exceedingly busy. About eight he held up an object to Aunt Stanshy.
“What is that, Aunt Stanshy?” he asked.
“A rag-man,” she replied, promptly.