"And it was easier for him to make up than for the boys who had got the
lickings, was it?"

"I guess it was," said Charlie, laughing.

"Too bad to be broken up!"

"Yes," and Charlie's laugh was turning to a cry.

"You didn't think of the notice stuck up on the post, 'No cross words?'"

"Why, no! I know I forgot all about it."

"I don't believe your teacher, Miss Barry, will be pleased to know of the
quarrel, as she is a kind, good-natured lady, and makes folks kind to one
another."

"I 'spose she wont like it."

"Wouldn't you like to have your broken club mended?"

"Yes, yes," replied Charlie, excitedly. "How?"

"There is one way to do it and fix all things right again." As Will spoke
he also attended to his breakfast, interjecting his words amid sips of
coffee and mouthfuls of Aunt Stanshy's flaky biscuit. He was hungry, as he
had been out before breakfast in answer to a furious alarm of fire.

"You see, when a club is in pieces, that it may be mended again, each