"So I'll call a stockholders' meeting right away.

Meanwhile if you will sign this proxy--" But just as quietly Mary murmured, "I'd like to think it over." They looked at each other then--those two--with that careful, yet careless-appearing glance which two duellists might employ when some common instinct warns them that sooner or later they will cross their swords.
Uncle Stanley was the first to lower his eye.
"The law requires three directors," he said in his more usual grumpy voice, "or I wouldn't have bothered you.

I'll leave it and you can sign it and send it down this afternoon." But Mary did neither.

Instead she went to see Judge Cutler and when the stockholders' meeting was finally called, she attended it in person--holding practically all the stock--and Judge Cutler was elected to fill the vacancy.
Uncle Stanley just managed to control himself.

It took an effort, but he did it.
"We've got to elect a president next," he said, trying to make a joke of it, but unable to keep the tremor of testiness out of his voice.