"Hurry up and do something, Sil."
"Where's Skinny?" asked the president.
"Down town with Mrs. Mosher," Sid volunteered. "She wanted him to help her carry packages home."
"Gee," commented Perry, sympathetically. "If I had her for a mother, I'd run away. Honest, I would!"
"And the Harrison kids?"
"Both sick in bed. Too many pork chops again."
"Master-at-arms and secretary," Silvey raised his voice. "Come on in."
John squatted in the doorway and gazed meaningly at his superior. They had walked home from school together that afternoon, and instructions upon the proper way of opening a meeting had been profuse. Silvey grew palpably nervous.
"This here meeting," he blurted at last.
"That isn't the way I told you." John shook the revolver in disapproval. "Meeting will now come to order."