."

Here the apothecary displayed various long, dainty sticks of candy,
exceedingly toothsome in their looks. There were checkerberry-pipe and
licorice-pipe and sassafras-pipe, and--how Wort's eyes did glisten and his
mouth water as he imagined the different kinds there!

Will did not forget, to Charlie's joy, that another boy present had also
several sweet teeth. Having sweetened up Wort's disposition, Will said,

"You and Charlie will now do me a favor, won't you?"

"I will," said Charlie, eagerly, who had great admiration for the
apothecary, but might possibly have been moved also by great love for his
candy.

"And I will," said Wort, determined not to be outdone by Charlie.

"Well, now, the club that has been broken is going to be mended, and you
two will forgive and forget, wont you?"

"I will," declared Charlie, promptly.

Wort hesitated.

"Take this while you are thinking," said Will, pressing into Wort's hands
an extra large piece of rose-pipe.

As he took it, Wort growled, "Sid began it."

"But will you end it if Sid is willing to make up? You wont hold out?"

"N--n--o."

"There is Sid!" said Charlie.

"Where?"

"Going along the lane, that boy with a blue cap on."

"You two stay here, and tell Aunt Stanshy, Charlie, that I'll be back soon
to finish my breakfast," and away went Will, without a hat, a cake of
bread in one hand and a piece of cheese in the other.

"If that fellow isn't the greatest! He would leave a funeral in just that
way if the impulse took him," declared Aunt Stanshy, watching him from the
window, and secretly admiring him. "What a boy! He makes lots of trouble
for me, O dear!"

"Aint he funny?" asked Wort.

"Funny?" replied Aunt Stanshy, who did not intend that any one else should
depreciate her idol. "Funny? of course not."

All this time Will was chasing Sid, who was heading up the lane and was
about entering Water Street. Sid was in a hurry, and unaware that he was
wanted by any one in the lane, had broken into a run; but Will had run to
so many fires that he was equal to this emergency and overtook Sid, laying
a hand on his shoulder.

"What do you want?" asked Sid. "I want to catch that man ahead there and
borrow his clam-digger."

"Come back to the house with me a little while."

Any of the club boys would do any thing for Will, and Sid turned.

"Good-morning, Mr. Somers."

Will turned his head, so covered with wilfully curly hair. In his hand
were the br