You and I will be up in the gallery, or somewhere, and no one will see us.

I'll bet there'll be some fun." The chief trouble was, as I have pointed out before, that Bob's ideas of fun and those of other persons did not always agree.

Boys and older folks seldom think the same on any subject, and so how can they be expected to about "jokes"?
The minister's donation party was an annual affair in Moreville.
Rev.Daniel Blackton, who had charge of the only church in the village, did not receive a very large salary, and it was the custom to give him a "donation party" once a year to help pay him.
This usually took the form of a supper, held in the church parlors.
The women of the congregation provided the food, and a small price was charged for the meal.

Nearly every one, including the "men folks" and the children, attended, and sometimes quite a fair sum was realized in this way.
In addition, every one who could afford to was expected to bring some "donation" for the minister.

The women would knit him mittens, or slippers, or socks, they would crochet articles for the minister's wife, or bring jars of preserves, which were very welcome at the parsonage.
The men would donate wood, garden products, or whatever they could best afford.