"Yes, you and she can talk it over."

In a few minutes Charlie and Aunt Stanshy were hurrying down the street as
if suddenly summoned by the pressing sickness of a friend.

"O, let's get Sid," suggested Charlie, as they neared Sid Waters's house.

"Well," replied Aunt Stanshy.

Sid, whose appetite never failed him, was eating a lunch, but he responded
at once to Charlie's invitation to "Come out."

"What's up, Charlie? I am the man for you," replied the president, who had
an abundance of resources at his command, and was prepared--in his own
opinion--for any emergency. "What is up? Down-townies round?"

"We want to have a temperance meeting. Come down to teacher's."

"All right. Temperance meeting? The club get it up?"

"I don't just know, but we can talk it over."

"If they want a meeting, we can give 'em one," said Sid, confidently.

Thus re-enforced, Aunt Stanshy and Charlie presented themselves at Miss
Barry's door.

"Come in, come," said the teacher. "I have just got home myself."