“Well, maybe Hiram would like to join that way. S'pose we ask him;” and off she and Evaline flew in search of Hiram.
They found him up by the barn.
“O Hiram!” said Marty. “I just now told mamma about your wanting to join the mission-band, and she says you might join as an honorary member.”
Hiram stuck his pitchfork in the ground, rested his hands on the top of it, and his chin on his hands.
“What's that kind of a member got to do?” he asked slowly.
“You may give money, but you can't vote,” Marty instructed him.
Hiram thought over it a good while, and then said very gravely, though his eyes twinkled, “Well, I guess giving money's the main thing after all, isn't it? I reckon I'll join if you'll let me.”
“We'll be ever so glad to have you,” said Marty warmly. She felt as if it was partly her band, and was interested in seeing it growing and flourishing.
They were nearly back to the house when Evaline suddenly stopped, exclaiming,
“You never told him he might come to the meetings!”