The captain, in spite of the warmth of his struggle for committee honors, determined to have a small celebration on the afternoon and evening of that day.

It was to be a surprise for Emily, and, after school was over, some of her particular friends among the scholars were to come in, there was to be a cake with eight candles on it, and a supper at which ice cream--lemon and vanilla, prepared by Mrs.Cahoon--was to be the principal feature.

Also there would be games and all sorts of fun.
Captain Cy was tremendously interested in the party.

He spent hours with Georgianna and the Board of Strategy, preparing the list of guests.
His cunning in ascertaining from the unsuspecting child who, among her schoolmates, she would like to invite, was deep and guileful.
"Now, Bos'n," he would say, "suppose you was goin' to clear out and leave this town for a spell, who--" "But, Uncle Cyrus--" Bos'n's eyes grew frightened and moist in a moment, "I ain't going, am I?
I don't want to go." "No, no! Course you ain't goin'-- that is, not for a long while, anyhow," with a sidelong look at the members of the "Board," then present.

"But just suppose you and me was startin' on that Europe trip.