“Don’t forget to tell papa that we’ve elected him honorary president,” reminded Harry. “That will please him, I know.”
“Bet you he’ll kick us out!” murmured Chub.
“Don’t you worry,” laughed Dick. “Roy, as chairman, will receive all the honors. You can dodge.”
Methuselah, who up to this point had been huddled silently in a corner of his box, with only one beady eye showing, began to chuckle softly.
“Hello,” said Dick, “old ’Thuselah’s awake. I thought he was frozen up. Hello, you old rascal!”
The parrot put his head on one side and walked slowly to the front of the box.
“Howdy do?” he muttered.
“Pretty well, thanks,” answered Chub. “How are you?”
“Stop your swearing,” replied Methuselah severely. “Can’t you be quiet?”