"And we will call on the apothecary," shouted Charlie.

"Yes, but if it be candy, I must put an extra string round the package to
make sure that it all gets to the right place and is not troubled on the
way."

The members of the club who had met to "consult" were in excellent
spirits, especially when Will said, in reply to the governor's proposition
to ask friends to contribute refreshments, "I see you know how to do it.
Your experience at your fair fitted you to go right along with this thing
in splendid style."

Tony thought he could bring some pictures that had been forwarded from
Italy, and Charlie said, "I guess I can get up a maginary."

"A maginary?" asked Will.

Charlie only chuckled over his proposition, and made no explanations.

"I propose," said Will, "I propose, Mr. President"--here he bowed to Sid,
which caused that dignitary to stick his thumb into the lowest button hole
of his jacket and swell out with pride--"I propose that we call our affair
a 'Helping-Hand Sale.' You know there is a good deal in a name, and it
sets people to thinking, and sets them to helping, too, and I think Miss
Barry will like the name."

This was agreeable to the club, whose members now separated to their
homes.

"Aunt Stanshy," said Charlie, that night, "do you know where my rabbit