“We’ll need your experience as a married man, tho’,” he said slyly. “So you best be head o’ the advisory board. You’ll need to kep us wise to the general principles of vittlin’ a family of three, when the woman’s missin’. Then we’ll need a treasurer.” Sunny turned to Minky, and his twinkling eyes asked the question.
“Sure,” said Minky promptly, “I’ll be treasurer. Seems to me I’ll be safer that ways.”
“Good,” cried Sunny, “that’s all fixed.” He turned to Bill. “Say, pres,” he went on, “I’d like to pass a vote o’ thanks fer the way you conducted this yer meetin’, an’ put it to the vote, that we accept the treasurer’s invitation to take wine. All in favor will––”
“Mine’s rye,” cried Sandy promptly.
“An’ mine,” added Toby.
“Rye for me,” nodded Sunny at Minky’s grinning face. “Bill––?”
But Bill shook his head.
“Too early for me,” he said, “you fellers can git all you need into you though. But see here, folks,” he went on, with a quietness of purpose that promptly reduced every eye to seriousness. “This ain’t no play game as Sunny may ha’ made you think. It’s a proposition that needs to go thro’, an’––I’m goin’ to see it thro’. Zip’s kids is our first trouble. They ain’t easy handlin’. They got to be bro’t up reg’lar, an’ their stummicks ain’t to be pizened with no wrong sort o’ vittles. Ther’s such a heap o’ things to kids o’ that age it makes me nigh sweat at the tho’t. Howsum, Zip’s down an’ out, an’ we got to see him right someways. As ‘pres’ of this lay-out, I tell you right here, every mother’s son of us had best git out an’ learn all we ken about fixin’ kids right. How to feed ’em, how to set their pretties on right, how to clean ’em, how to––well, jest how to raise ’em. If any o’ you got leddy friends I’d say git busy askin’ ’em. So––”
At that moment the sound of footsteps on the veranda came in through the window, and Bill looked round. The next instant he spoke more rapidly, and with greater authority.
“Git goin’,” he cried, “an’ we’ll meet after supper.”