"Aunty," said Charlie, nudging his companion, "here comes somebody."

That somebody was Mr. Walton, to whom were intrusted the spiritual
interests of the congregation. He was tall, stalwart, owned a fair
complexion, and wore his hair rather long; hair, too, that would curl, no
matter how patiently the brush and comb coaxed it to be straight and
dignified. His blue eyes had a rather sharp look at first when turned
toward you, but you soon felt that they were kindly, sympathetic, and
magnetic. Mr. Walton was very friendly toward the boys, and for that
reason he had a strong hold on the affections of many little fellows.

"Well, Miss Macomber, I am glad to see you out, and as for my boy here, I
should miss him ever so much if he were not in my school."

"I should miss _you_, if you wasn't there," replied Charlie, anxious to
return the compliment.

"Don't you know of some boy you could get into the school, Charlie?" asked
Mr. Walton.

"I know of one who belongs to my club."

"You belong to a club! What is the name of it?"

"The U. T. L. Club."

"U. T. L.! What does that mean?"

"It is Miss Bertha Barry's notion, sir," explained Aunt Stanshy, with an