"I came down rather sudden," said the governor.

"Yes, and it's the last time," exclaimed Aunt Stanshy, "that thing is
going to happen. I will go up myself and fix that floor, and do it
thoroughly."

In a few moments her hammer was heard vigorously pounding in the closet
and securing the club against future harm.

"We didn't do all we intended," said Charlie. "We were going to have a
reconciliation, aunty."

"Between whom?"

"The British and Americans. We were going to have the President of the
United States and Queen Victoria walk arm in arm up and down the floor,
and never have war any more."

In the confusion attendant upon the fall of the "spy," the programme was
not carried out as planned, and the shadows of those two eminent rulers
never darkened the floor of the barn chamber.

"May war never happen, just the same!" said Aunt Stanshy.

Amen! so say we all of us.