For a moment Nimble Dick was speechless; then he managed to burst forth
with:--
"What in thunder are you talking about?"
"Your committee," said Mr. Durant, politely ignoring the manner of the
questioner. "You must call them together, you know, to plan your work.
Where shall it be, and when?"
"I ain't got no committee; and I ain't got no place to meet nobody; and
I don't know what in thunder you're after."
Then came Mrs. Roberts to the rescue:--
"Why, Mr. Bolton, you can meet at our society parlor, you know; it is
the very place, and will be so convenient for Miss Dennis."
"What's to meet, and what's to do?" said Dick, defiantly. "I ain't going
to meet nobody."
"Why, it is just to hang mottoes and banners, and trim the room for the
Anniversary. Of course you'll help; I would have the meeting arranged
there by all means."
"Very well," said Mr. Durant, quickly, as though he had received the
answer from the chairman himself. "Now as to time; you ought to come
together to-morrow evening if you could; there is a good deal to do."
"Mr. Bolton, couldn't you come up at six o'clock for once? Then you
could get your work all done before the time for our social. I can
arrange for Annie Powell to be there at that time; and, Mr.
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