“Good!”
The exclamation was unanimous.
The boys left their seats.
Tom Toby’s face had become very animated again. Presently the boys of the class were all gathered about him.
“I have a plan,” said Tom. “It is just grand. Let us form a secret society, and call ourselves the Zigzagers!”
“Good!” unanimously.
“But why a secret society?” asked Frank Gray.
“There is something so mysterious about a secret society,” said Tom. “Gives one such a good opinion of himself. Have a constitution, and by-laws, and wear a pin!”
The first class in Master Lewis’s school parted in high spirits, their faces bright with smiles as they went out into the light of the March sunset.
Tom’s last words on parting were: “Try to think up a secret for the society: it should be something surprising.”