“But he didn’t decline it?”
“No; did he, Chub?”
“Nary a decline,” Chub chuckled. “He said something about you, Dick.”
“What was it?”
“Said he liked your enterprise, but maybe you’d better apply some of it to your studies.”
“I’m disappointed in papa,” said Harry sorrowfully.
“Oh, well, don’t you care,” Chub replied cheerfully. “We’ve had a lot of fun out of the scheme. I guess none of us really expected to make a go of it, anyhow, so there’s no sense in being disappointed. I move that the treasurer be instructed to return the subscriptions and that the Ferry Hill School Improvement Society be declared disbanded.”
There was silence. Harry and Roy looked questioningly at Dick, who, in turn, was gazing thoughtfully at the lantern.
“Any one second that?” continued Chub.