"Society?"
"Yes; we meet to-night at eight o'clock, in the woods back of my house."
"What sort of a society is it, Tim?" asked Charles, with a great many misgivings.
"That you shall learn when we meet. Will you come?"
"My father won't let me go out in the evening."
"Run out, then."
Tim suggested various expedients for deceiving his parents, and finally
Charles promised to attend the meeting.
"You haven't told me the secret yet."
"The society is going to camp on Center Island next week, and we are going to take the Zephyr and the Butterfly along with us."
"Take them? How are you going to get them?"