“Something to eat,” interrupted Jack. “Wasn’t you going to say that, Stuffer?”
“Yes, but—but how did you guess it?”
“Oh, I’ve got a way of knowing things,” returned the young major. “But this is grand and no mistake. Somehow, a good old snowstorm always makes me feel jolly.”
Pepper was at the window, and opening it a few inches he brought in a handful of snow. Gazing around he saw that Henry Lee was still sleeping peacefully.
“Hush!” he whispered, and going up to Henry laid the soft snow directly over his mouth. “Hi, wake up!” he shouted.
Henry started, and opened his eyes. Then he started to speak, when some of the snow dropped into his mouth, and he commenced to splutter.
“Wha—what—who—gug—gug—who put snow in my mouth?” he gasped, at last.
“Wake up, Henry!” sang out Pepper. “Don’t you see how it’s snowing?”
“Oh, well, you needn’t try to fill me up with it, Pep.”
“Get up, you’re missing it.”