“That’s lovely!” cried Harry. “He’ll be so pleased!”
“He’s elected then,” said Dick, and Chub nodded.
“Then I say we adjourn the meeting and get together again as soon as we can when Roy can attend. The trouble is that he has hockey every afternoon.”
“Except Monday.”
“All right then; Monday it is. That’s five days from now, and we’ll have time to think up the letter to the grads. It’s settled then,” added Dick, as he slid off the grain chest. “Now let’s go and watch Roy practice hockey awhile.”
“Please don’t forget, Chub,” said Harry, “that you owe four dollars to the treasury. And I must collect from Roy, mustn’t I? Do you think I’d better open an account at the Silver Cove bank, Dick?”
“No, I guess you won’t have it long enough,” he laughed.
“But it’ll be a good deal of money to keep in the house,” Harry objected. “Suppose some one stole it?”
“Then you’d have to make good,” said Chub. “By the way, Dick, isn’t it customary to put the treasurer under bond?”
“I believe so. Can you give bond, Harry?”