“And him after them!” added Lew Bentfield.
“No, let’s save them to fire at Merry in chapel in the morning,” was another suggestion.
“I say, you fellows,” began the badgered one, “those oranges——”
“They’re all right—the boys are only stringing you,” whispered Tom. “Don’t get on your ear.”
The advice came in good time. The arrival of other revelers turned the topic of conversation.
“Oh, here’s Hen Watson. What you got, Hen?”
“A cocoanut cake!” cried someone who looked in the box Hen carried. “Where’d you get that?”
“Bought it—where’d you s’pose?” asked Hen. “Here, keep your fingers out of that!” he cried, as Jack took a sample “punch” out of the top of the pastry.
“I wanted to see if it was real,” was the justifying answer.