“I’ll try annything wance,” replied Bonner.
“Try voting with Ezra Bronson once, for Prue Foster,” suggested Jim. “She’s done good work here.”
“Opinions differ,” said Bonner, “an’ when you try annything just for wance, it shouldn’t be an irrevocable shtip, me bye.”
“You’re a reasonable board of public servants,” said Jim ironically. “I’d like to tell the whole board what I think of them.”
“Come down to-night,” said Bonner jeeringly. “We’re going to have a board meeting at the schoolhouse and ballot a few more times. Come down, and be the Garfield of the convintion. We’ve lacked brains on the board, that’s clear. They ain’t a man on the board that iver studied algebra, ’r that knows more about farmin’ than their impl’yers. Come down to the schoolhouse, and we’ll have a field-hand addriss the school board—and begosh, I’ll move yer illiction mesilf! Come, now, Jimmy, me bye, be game. It’ll vary the program, anny-how.”
The entire gang grinned. Jim flushed, and then reconquered his calmness of spirit.
“All right, Con,” said he. “I’ll come and tell you a few things—and you can do as you like about making the motion.”