piece must resolve to do what it can toward a coming together again. Will
you?"

"Yes, I will."

"There's one. Who is the next one to bring round, the next piece of club
to make willing to be joined to the rest?"

"I guess Wort feels about as stuffy as any one. There he is out in the
lane now."

"Is he? Go, get him."

The "stuffy" splinter of the club was brought in. Will had disappeared,
but soon came back to the table, bringing from his room a neat, white
package of--Charlie's curious eyes could not guess what.

"Art you Wort Wentworth?" asked Will.

"Yes."

"I have some candy for you."

Here the apothecary displayed various long, dainty sticks of candy,
exceedingly toothsome in their looks. There were checkerberry-pipe and
licorice-pipe and sassafras-pipe, and--how Wort's eyes did glisten and his
mouth water as he imagined the different kinds there!

Will did not forget, to Charlie's joy, that another boy present had also
several sweet teeth. Having sweetened up Wort's disposition, Will said,