“You get out of the way!” exclaimed Tom good-naturedly.
“This side up, with care. Store in a cool, dry place, and water frequently,” quoted Billy Housenlager, who rejoiced in the title of Dutch. “Here, let me see if I can jump over it while it is in motion,” he added, for he was full of “horseplay,” and always anxious to try something new. He took a running start, and was about to leap full upon the sofa, when, at a signal from Phil, the three chums set the spliced piece of furniture on the grass.
“What’s the matter?” asked Dutch indignantly. “Can’t you give a fellow a chance to practice jumping? I can beat Grasshopper Backus, now.”
“You can not!” exclaimed the owner of the title. “I’m sure to make the track team this term, and then you’ll see what——”
“Say,” put in another student, “my uncle says that when he was here he used to jump——”
“Drown him!”
“Stuff grass in his mouth!”
“Make him eat the horsehair in the sofa!”
“Swallow it!”
“Chew it up!”