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“Mr. Talmage says will you be seated, he’ll be out in a moment,” announced the girl, with a smile at the young visitors.

Ikey knew the particular bench meant for waiting callers, and silently led Finn to it. No sooner were they seated than the door by which they had just entered was flung open and a number of children of their own age came in.

“Hello, Miss Johnson! Uncle Ben in?” called the youngest boy in the group.

“He’s busy now, and has two waiting to see him,” was the young lady’s reply after she had acknowledged Don’s greeting—for the boy was our old friend and favorite, Don Starr, and his companions were no less than the officers of the Blue Bird and Bobolink Publishing Society that issued the monthly magazine for Little Citizens.

At the nod of Miss Johnson’s head in the direction of the two who were waiting, Don spun around and recognized one of them.

“Well, well, if this isn’t our friend Ikey!” said Don, in his tone and manners for all the world like a grown man, as he caught Ikey’s hand and shook it heartily.