"No; what?"

"The annual donation party for the minister."

"Well, what of it?"

"I'm going."

"That's nothing. Don't you generally go? So do I, though I don't
see much fun in it. Ma makes me. She says it saves gittin' a meal
at home, but I don't like the stuff they have there."

"I don't either--not much--but I'm going this time and so are you.
Because, listen, something's going to happen."

"Honest?"

Bob nodded vigorously several times. There was a bright twinkle in
his eyes.

"Don't say a word to anybody," he cautioned Ted, "but just you be on
hand. This is going to be the best joke yet."

"Maybe he'll get mad."

"What if he does? He won't know who did it. You and I will be up
in the gallery, or somewhere, and no one will see us. I'll bet
there'll be some fun."

The chief trouble was, as I have pointed out before, that Bob's