“Well, ye—ye—yes.”
That settled it, for Massachusetts custom was plainly authority in this matter.
Rick Grimes was made governor.
“Treasurer now!” called out Sid.
“Charlie, would you like to be that?” he whispered. Charlie was about to say “Yes,” when the fruit hanging before his thirsty lips was suddenly snatched away.
“I’d like that,” piped a voice. It was Pip Peckham.
“Ahem!” said the president, “I think the office ought to be given to experience,” and here he looked in the direction of Charlie.
“Who’s he?” inquired Billy. “Who’s Sperience?”
“Silence!” ordered the president. “Little boys must speak only when they are spoken to.”
Billy pouted.