“I suppose the boy is not responsible for other people’s failings, and they say his face is very white, and his hands are real thin, and he behaves better than he did. Yes, I’ll—help.”
It was easy to decide when to hold this fair, but “where” was a difficult problem.
“Take the barn chamber,” said Sid.
“It’s too cold,” replied Will, “and this is to be quite a grand affair.”
It was like Aunt Stanshy to offer her front room and sitting-room for Tim’s benefit, provided Will could spare his quarters, and spare he did.
“We will scatter some posters,” said Will. “I will see that they are printed.”
“We can do it ourselves with pen and ink, and then people will think more of it, you know. Besides, as we scatter them, we may have a chance to solicit donations, as they call it,” said Sid.
“Splendid!” replied Will.
“And we will call on the apothecary,” shouted Charlie.
“Yes, but if it be candy, I must put an extra string round the package to make sure that it all gets to the right place and is not troubled on the way.”