"There never were such children!" she said to her husband that night.
"Think of it--actually killing a cat--and Louise helping!"
"Don't you think it was better than letting the poor thing suffer?"
asked tender-hearted Uncle William.
"I don't care, Carl, you needn't laugh," said Louise that same
evening; "for cats _are_ neighbors, father says so. Anything or
anybody you can help, he said."
"All right, I'll tell Ikey to report it at the G.N. meeting."
"Oh, ho, Mr. Carl! Is that what you are going to do at your club?"
cried both his sisters in the same breath.
"Pooh! that is nothing," said Carl, affecting great unconcern, but
secretly very much provoked with himself; "we do a great deal more
than that."
The girls were excessively pleased over his little slip, and he at
last descended from his lofty pinnacle and humbly begged them not to
tell Aleck.
The M.Ks. had in their turn christened the boys' club the "Great
Noodles," a name in which it was thought Uncle William had a hand.
"_Sounds like boys_," Elsie remarked with much emphasis.
The next day after school, just as the group of boys on the corner
began to separate in various directions, Jim Carter asked, "Have you
fellows thought of anything for Friday night?"
"Ikey has," laughed Carl.
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