Slowly Henry Lee arose and started to dress himself. Then Pepper turned away. Like a flash Henry ran to a window, got some snow, and whacked it on Pepper’s neck, allowing some to run down the Imp’s backbone.
“Great mackerels!” howled Pepper. “Let up! I’ll turn into an icicle!” And he began to dance around.
“It’s all right—you don’t want to miss the benefits of the storm,” said Henry, calmly.
The cadets were soon below, and snowballs flew fast and furious across the campus. All of the boys were happy, and all too soon they had to go in to breakfast and then take up their studies.
“I wish old Crabtree would come outside during recess,” murmured Pepper to Jack. “Maybe we wouldn’t do a thing to him, eh?”
“He’ll know better than to show himself,” answered Jack, and he was right, the teacher kept indoors all day.
But George Strong came out, and took a snowballing in good part. He even threw a few balls himself, showing that his aim was as good as any of the boys.
“He’s the kind of a teacher to have,” was Andy’s comment. “A fellow can’t help but take to him.”
The snow continued all of that day, and by nightfall was nearly a foot deep. It was very blustery, and in some spots the drifts reached up to one’s head.
“This will make traveling bad,” said Jack, and he was right. On the roads in that vicinity horses with their turnouts could scarcely get through.