The governor's massive logic crushed the foolish Billy at once.

"Let's open in good style," said the president, "and do it to-night."

By fifteen minutes after four, just as soon as a lot of scampering,
shouting boys could get to the barn, bringing pockets stuffed with
"articles," the fair was declared "opened."

"But how dark it is!" said the president.

So it was. The boys had forgotten how early the sun was setting in the
November days.

"Let's postpone it till to-morrow afternoon, when there's no school," said
Charlie.

"Who's agreed?" asked the president.

"Me!" responded the club, vociferously. They all had prudently concluded
to wait for the advent of more daylight, and, withdrawing from the barn,
went down the yard talking as busily as if they were a lot of hens
cackling after a successful venture at egg-laying. It had been left to
Charlie to put above the notice, "FAIR," the word "POSTPONED."

"That will prevent any rush till morning, and save folks from being
disappointed," Sid had declared.

In the afternoon every thing was under way, and Aunt Stanshy went out to
see the fair.