"So he hasn't," said Gov. Grimes. "We ought to have a secretary, to put up
notices and soon."

"Billy shall be that," declared the president. As Billy was backward in
his studies and could not write, his office promised to be one of great
honor and no duties. Every body had been pat into office except one, shy,
silent, little olive-face, Tony. He was contented to be an unnoticed
flower in the field. Charlie was the first to detect it, and whispered to
Sid, "Tony hasn't got nothing."

It was felt to be a very small kind of a club that had not an office for
every member, and Tony was made assistant-sentinel. The club was in
raptures, every body in office!

"What shall be the name of the club?" asked the president. This was
followed by a long discussion. Earth and sky were searched for a name.

"Call it Star Club," said Billy.

"No, that aint bright enough," replied the governor. The titles "Sun,"
"Moon," and "Comet" were successively rejected. "Let's ask teacher,"
chirped little Pip. The idea took, and it was resolved to visit "teacher"
as soon as the club had been manufactured.

"I think we ought to pay something," suggested Charlie. The club resolved
that each member should pay a cent a month.

"And what do with the money?" asked the governor.