“Yes,” answered Dick. “It’s adjourned until to-night at eight o’clock.”
“Then I’m off! This half of the committee has duties!”
[CHAPTER VIII]
THE IMPROVEMENT SOCIETY HAS A SETBACK
“You tell him,” said Roy, subsiding on to an inverted bucket with a sigh.
“No, sir,” answered Chub; “you’re chairman and you’ve got to make the report to the—er—meeting.”
“Well, you don’t have to tell me anything,” said Harry, who had just entered and was unbuttoning the cape which she had worn across from the Cottage. “Papa told mama about it at supper. He—he thinks it’s a joke!”
“That’s right,” said Roy ruefully, “that’s just what he does think.”
“But you told him it wasn’t, didn’t you?” Dick demanded impatiently.