a place next to the
minister,

"Come on up in the gallery now," said Bob to Ted. "We can see the
fun from there." Bob had been busy straightening the chairs near
the head of the table.

Just as the boys reached the gallery, the assembled diners took
their seats. The reverend gentleman stood up to say grace, and then
sat down.

"How long before it works ?" asked Ted.

"It's working now," replied Bob, "but you won't see the full effect
until he gets up."

"Think he'll make much of a fuss?"

"Naw. He's too good-natured. He'll only laugh."

The meal progressed. To and fro went the women with big plates of
food. Every one seemed to have a good appetite, and some young
people, who were hungry, began to think the grown folks would never
get done.

But at last there was a general scraping of chairs as they were
pushed back.

"Watch now!" called Bob to several of his cronies who were with him
in the gallery that overlooked the room where supper was being
served. "He's getting up."

In fact nearly every one was leaving the table. The tall form of
Rev. Daniel Blackton was seen to rise. Something else arose also.
It was the minister's chair. He felt that something was wrong, and
half turned around. What he saw caused a deep flush to spread over
his pale face.

His chair was glued fast to him, and wherever he moved the chair
went too!

"Oh!" exclaimed Bob in a hoarse and horrified whisper. "I put the
stuff on the wrong chair! I wanted Captain Spark to stick fast, and
I put it on the minister's chair by mistake!"

By this time the dominie was endeavoring to pull the chair loose
from the seat of his trousers. But the glue Bob had spread was very
sticky. Pull and tug as he did, the minister could not free himself.

First there was a murmur, then some one laughed. In a moment the
whole room was in an uproar.

"You'll catch it!" prophesied Ted, in an awestruck whisper.

"I won't unless some of you squeal on me," declared Bob.

He looked over the balcony railing at the struggling minister, who
was trying in vain to get free from the chair.

"Nobody'll squeal," declared Will Merton.

"Of course not," added Sam Shoop.

CHAPTER VI

MRS. HENDERSON'S DECISION

The minister, very much embarrassed, was doing his best to get rid
of the chair. It was hard work, for if he turned around to one side
to grasp it, the chair, naturally, swung away from him. It was
several seconds before any one t