“And they are real poor?”
“O yes.”
On his way home Tony met Charlie.
“Mr. Walton says they are real poor at Tim Tyler’s, Charlie. I wish I had some money to give him.”
Charlie thought a minute, and then he spoke up, eagerly, “I say, Tony, let’s get up a fair for him.”
“That’s the very thing I wanted to ask you about. Now it’s strange we should both think of it.”
“That’s so.”
“Let’s shake hands on it, Charlie.”
Tony and Charlie, standing on the sidewalk, shook hands cordially. “What next? The shaking of hands would not bring a fair.
“Let’s go and see Miss Barry,” suggested Charlie. This was in accordance with the boys’ custom to refer all their troubles to this sympathetic teacher.