"One moment, Stone."
"Those in favor of the motion move to the left, those against it to the right."
A scuffling of feet, a slamming of desk lids and an upset blackboard, and the meeting had divided.
Mr. Downing rapped irritably on his desk.
"Sit down!" he said. "Sit down! I won't have this noise and disturbance. Stone, sit down—Wilson, get back to your place."
"Please, sir, the motion is carried by twenty-five votes to six."
"Please, sir, may I go and get measured this evening?"
"Please, sir—"
"Si-lence! The idea of a uniform is, of course, out of the question."
"Oo-oo-oo-oo, sir-r-r!"