“We want to get up a fair for Tim Tyler,” said Charlie, enthusiastically.
“Yes, yes!” cried Tony. Miss Barry looked down into the boys’ eager faces.
“Tim Tyler, that boy burned at the fire?”
“Yes,” said Charlie.
“That would be splendid.”
“But—but,” said Tony, “we want you to help us. Could—could you?”
“Yes, I’ll help.”
The boys were in raptures.
“Have you asked the other boys?” asked the teacher.
“No,” replied Charlie; “but there go Sid Waters and Rick Grimes down street now. We might ask them.”