Immediately on gaining admittance to the room the intruders began tossing things about. They pulled open the drawers of the dresser, scattering the garments all over. They tore down pictures from the walls and ripped off the banners and pennants.
“Rough house!” they kept repeating. “Rough house on the freshmen!”
One of the sophomores pushed Bob and Ted over on Andy’s bed, together.
Then Gaffington pulled from his pocket a handful of finely chopped paper of various colors—“confetti”—and scattered it in a shower over everyone and everything.
“Snow, snow! beautiful snow!” he declaimed. “Shiver, freshmen!”
A momentary pause ensued. Andy and his chums were getting back their breaths.
“Well, why don’t you shiver?” demanded Mortimer. “That’s snow—beautiful snow—all sorts of colored snow! Shiver, I tell you! It’s snowing! Little Eva in Uncle Tom’s Cabin—Eliza crossing the ice! Shiver now, you freshmen, shiver!”
He was laughing in a silly sort of way.
“That’s right—shiver!” commanded some of Mortimer’s companions.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” jeered the society swell at Andy. “Why don’t you shiver?”