"To show you that I could do something flossy," was the answer, and, with a quick motion, Ward took a back somersault over the bed, landing between it and the wall, where Andy could not reach him.
"I'll punch your nose!" went on Andy, as he saw his scattered garments. "I'll——"
"You'll cool down," advised his brother, in a quiet voice. "If you don't you'll have Flopps in here to help Mrs. Stone keep order."
"That's right," added Jack. "I saw Flopps just now spading up a flower bed, and he's right close."
"Oh, get out!" rejoined Andy. "Look at my clean collars and——"
"No business to call names," mocked Ward, from his place of vantage behind the bed. "Beg my pardon, and I'll call it square."
"I will—like pie!" exclaimed Andy. "The next time I catch you alone——"
"Now, now," came soothingly from Jack. "Go easy, boys. Don't get to scrapping so soon. We've got to stick together this term. There are lots of Freshmen—a big class—and they'll have it in for us, most likely. I was just wondering what we could do to 'em."
"Haze 'em," suggested Frank. "They'll have to have it sooner or later."
"Then the sooner the better," chimed in Andy. "Say, fellows, I've got a great scheme!" and in his eagerness to impart a joke he forgot his enmity against Ward, who ventured to come from behind the bed.