"Meeting will now come to order," Silvey repeated mechanically. "Secretary call the roll."
John snapped his fingers in disgust. He had been so busy looking after Silvey's duties that he'd forgotten his own. There was an interchange of glances between the two before the president spoke up scornfully,
"We'll have to let that go. Who'll be in the gang this year?"
Each member present raised a hand. The two leaders in the affair beamed. Everything augured for a successful night of sport.
"What'll we do?"
"Let's go outside where there's room," Sid suggested. "My leg's gone to sleep."
"Now," said John a few minutes later, as the five boys stretched themselves out on the soft grass beside the shack, "there's the garbage cans on the flats' back porches. They're never, taken in on Halloween."