“We’ll be along soon.”
“How will I know it? I may be up stairs.”
“We will give three cheers under the window.”
There was an increasing commotion in the barn chamber.
“Now, fellers!” exclaimed Sid Waters. “You won’t be ready for the grand march.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” they shouted back.
“Is the chariot ready for the president?” inquired Sid.
“Yes,” said Charlie, who purposed to furnish his go-cart for the occasion. “It’s down in the yard.”
“I have the first ride, you know.”
“And I the second,” said the governor.