“First-rate opening, fellers,” declared the president, “even before we have opened any thing.”
“We don’t open,” said the governor, “till school is out to-night.”
“Let’s open now,” said Billy Grimes, in the excitement of his enthusiasm over the news;
“What a booby!” said the governor, in plain language. “We have got no things here yet, and there are no buyers, and we must all clear out to school in ten minutes.”
The governor’s massive logic crushed the foolish Billy at once.
“Let’s open in good style,” said the president, “and do it to-night.”
By fifteen minutes after four, just as soon as a lot of scampering, shouting boys could get to the barn, bringing pockets stuffed with “articles,” the fair was declared “opened.”
“But how dark it is!” said the president.
So it was. The boys had forgotten how early the sun was setting in the November days.
“Let’s postpone it till to-morrow afternoon, when there’s no school,” said Charlie.