"Well, I never!" ejaculated Mrs. Green. "A fit! Poor man! Shall I ring for the doctor?"
"Perhaps you had better ring for two doctors, or else come and see if you can help him."
"I'll do what I can," answered the matron, and ran to get some medicine from a chest. "I know what it is," she added. "It's indigestion. He ate four ears of green corn for dinner and four for supper,—and it was very green at that."
"Then he will surely want Mrs. Green to help him," murmured Tom.
Off hurried the matron with some medicine and Tom at her heels.
In the meantime the boys had marched poor Peleg close to the fire.
"Now, steady," cried Sam. "Don't let him fall into the flames and singe his hair."
"Let us warm his feet for him," cried a cadet. "Take off his shoes and stockings!"
"Hi, don't you do nuthin' of the kind," cried Peleg Snuggers, in new alarm. "My feet are warm enough!"
But there was no help for it, and in a twinkling off came his shoes and his socks followed.