"I mean to try to stop Belcher, anyway," says Vee, tossin' her chin up.
"You ain't got much show," says I; "but go to it."
Just how much fight there was in Vee, though, I didn't have any idea of until I saw her Monday evenin' after another meetin' of the League. It seems she'd met this Mrs. Norton Plummer on her own ground and had smeared her all over the map.
"What do you suppose she wanted to do?" demands Vee. "Pass more resolutions! Well, I told her just what I thought of that. As well pin a 'Please-keep-out' notice on your door to scare away burglars as to send resolutions to Belcher. And when I showed her what profits he was making, item by item, she hadn't another word to say. Then I proposed my plan."
"Eh?" says I. "What's it like?"
"We are going to start a store of our own," says Vee—just like that, offhand and casual.
"You are!" says I. "But—but who's goin' to run it?"
"They made me chairman of the sub-committee," says Vee. "And then I made them subscribe to a campaign fund. Five thousand. We raised it in as many minutes. And now—well, I suppose I'm in for it."
"Listens that way to me," says I.
"Then I may as well begin," says she.