"Auntie, what do you think a couple of standing up collars would cost?"

"A standing up collar, Charles Pitt! What do you want that for?"

"Why, we have a pammerrammer to-morrow, and I am the one to 'splain it;
that is, me or the governor."

"He is gettin' to be a man!" thought Aunt Stanshy in sorrow. "A
pammerrammer!" she inquired. "I most get into that. Do you have
spectators?"

"O, yes. It is only a cent a ticket, and that will get you a reserved
seat."

"Then I must take a reserved seat."

Aunt Stanshy told the boys she would come whenever they notified her that
the pammerrammer was ready. A lively shout of announcement soon came from
half a dozen heralds up in the barn window, and Aunt Stanshy dropped her
sewing.

"All ready, aunty! Come now," shouted Charlie.

Aunt Stanshy quickened her steps into a run.

"There goes Stanshy," said Simes Badger, watching her from Silas
Trefethen's grocery. "Runnin' t' a fire, I guess. She only needs an engine
behind her t' make the thing complete."