ittle fellow," added George.

"That he is; why, only last Fourth of July he gave mother all the money
he had saved for the occasion, instead of spending it. What do you say
to that?"

"That was noble. My poor mother! Was she indeed reduced to such
extremity as that?"

"She didn't want it; but he would give it to her, and she bought new
dresses for herself and Mary with it."

"It was very generous, and he shall lose nothing by it."

"Charley Hardy did the same, and both of them stayed at home on the
Fourth."

"They shall be rewarded. But the new boat, Tony?"

"I don't think we need another."

"If you had another, you could race a little, and manoeuvre together."

"That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

"I will speak with Captain Sedley about it. Here comes the boat," added
George Weston.

"We have come to row you up to my father's," said the coxswain.

"Thank you, Frank," replied George. "We shall be very happy to
accompany you."

Mrs. Weston and Mary were all ready, and the party seated themselves in
the stern-sheets of the Zephyr. On their way down the lake, the scheme
of having another club-boat was discussed and fully matured.

"What will you call her, Tony?" asked Charles.

"I don't know," said Tony, musing. "What do you think of the
Butterfly?"

"Capital!" exclaimed George.

The matter was all arranged; and the party soon reached the boat-house,
and spent a pleasant evening in the hospitable mansion of Captain
Sedley.

CHAPTER XXI

THE CONCLUSION

The first two weeks of the organization of the boat club passed away,
and the members were assembled in Zephyr Hall to elect a coxswain.
According to the constitution, Frank's term of office had expired.

"Whom do you intend to vote for, Fred?" asked Charles Hardy, who
appeared to be very anxious about the election.

"I don't know; I haven't decided yet," replied Fred Harper. "You know
what Captain Sedley said the other day about it."

"Yes; but if I have got to vote, I want to get my mind made up. I don't
see what harm there can be in talking about it a little."

"He said he did not want any electioneering about the
officers--'log-rolling,' my father calls it."

"Of course not," replied Charles demurely.

"The best fellow ought to get the office," said Fred slyly.

"Of course, but who is the best fellow? That's the question. We ought
to talk it over among ourselves a little," added Charles.

"What good would that do?"

"Each fe