"The Do-Nothing Club," some one suggested; "we aren't going to do anything, only have all the fun we can."
Have all the fun you can,
In all the ways you can,
In all the places you can,
With all the people you can,
And as long as ever you can.
"We can have that for our motto," said one of the boys.
"Well, we only have a few minutes before the bell will ring: let's elect officers."
So Will tore a few pages out of his note-book, and after some officers had been nominated, each one wrote the names of those he wanted, on his slip. The results were just being announced when the school-bell rang.
"The first meeting of the Do-Nothing Club will be held in our yard to-morrow afternoon," called Will Post, who had been elected president of the new organization.
So the next afternoon, immediately after school, ten boys wended their way through the back gate of Mr. Post's yard, and seated themselves on the woodpile.
"I know where we will go," said Will, "right out in the orchard in the boughs of those two gnarly old apple-trees that just touch." Everyone thought this a splendid plan, so soon the ten boys were in different places in the two great apple-trees in the orchard.
"Has any one a suggestion to make as to the first adventure of the Do-Nothing Club?" said the president, by way of opening the meeting.
"I have," said George Shaw, the treasurer of the club. "You know Mr. Clay's pasture?"