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Howsomever, it must be well stewed and well sugared." The boys now trembled lest this vigorous, resolute soul might not favor their plans, and denying it a place of meeting might end the days of the infant club. "There," said Sid, mournfully, "we've made a club, but we've got no place to stick it in! How would it do to make Aunt Stanshy an honorary member of the club?"
When they came back home, it was plain they had been up to suthin' besides fishin'. Well, Tim might as well have touched a lion's whip what do you call it?" "Whelp. I was reading about lions to-day." "Yes, touched a lion's whelp as touched your father; for didn't Aunt Stanshy pitch into him! I heard it all.
The chimney seemed to be a big bass-viol that this north-easter played on. At noon Aunt Stanshy said, "What will you have for dinner?" "May I order it, the way I did at a saloon in Boston last summer? May I write what I want on paper, and put it on the table?" "Yes, if orderin' will make it taste better, and it seems to affect some folks' vittles that way."
The warriors moved out from their "armory" into the yard. Aunt Stanshy was up stairs making a bed. Suddenly under her window, arose a wild, semi-civilized, semi-barbarous shout. "What is to pay?" she screamed. "O those little boobies!" and she sprang to the window. The "Grand March" had been inaugurated with full pomp.
It was easy to decide when to hold this fair, but "where" was a difficult problem. "Take the barn chamber," said Sid. "It's too cold," replied Will, "and this is to be quite a grand affair." It was like Aunt Stanshy to offer her front room and sitting-room for Tim's benefit, provided Will could spare his quarters, and spare he did. "We will scatter some posters," said Will.
The muscles of her arms swelled as she pounded the innocent sheet before her, and Charlie was reluctant to ask again. For some time there was silence, the only interrupting sound being Aunt Stanshy's pound pound pound. Charlie sat in his chair, looking steadily out upon the somber, dripping rain. "Don't you want to play something?" It was Aunt Stanshy speaking.
Your father, boy, let me say, had a hand in this trouble, though not meaningly, and it was this way. Tour father came to live with your Aunt Stanshy, and one day Tim took him out a-fishin', and not only tipped a jug to his own lips, but sot it to your father's also.
With a drooping head and faltering tongue he told about the club and asked for the barn, having announced her honorary membership, and also the remission of the monthly due. Aunt Stanshy had a streak of fun in her nature and a big one.
This morning, Aunt Stanshy; looked up at the clock on the high mantel-piece and saw that it was seven, then half after seven, then eight, and half after eight; but all this time there was neither sound nor sight of Charlie. "Massy, where is that boy? I thought I would let him sleep, he was so tired, but he ought to be around now," reflected Aunt Stanshy.
I will sign, and God help me!" "O he will," said Aunt Stanshy, encouragingly. Charlie now saw that her eyes were redder than ever. After the name of Timothy Tyler came the name of John Fisher. "Now you will make those at home happy," said Will. But only those with whom Tim made his home really knew how happy it made them. How great was the change there!
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