going on? Why didn't you open when I knocked?"
"Thought it was a prof," replied Joe. "Why didn't you give the code knock. Tat—rat-a-tat-tat—tat-tat—and the hiss."
"That's right, I did forget it. But I got all excited when I found that Peaches had sneaked off without telling me. Say, what's on, anyhow? Where's the feed? Give me something good."
"Nothing going but ginger ale," answered Joe, as Peaches crawled the rest of the way out from under the table. "And I don't know as there's any left."
"Gee, you fellows have nerve!" complained the newcomer.
"There's one bottle," said Tom, who had charge of the improvised refrigerator, and forthwith he hauled up the basket, at the sight of which Teeter laughed joyously, and proceeded to get outside of his share of the refreshments.
"What's doing?" he demanded, after his thirst was quenched, and when they were all seated at the table.
"We're going to have a snow battle," explained Peaches. "We were just talking about it when you gave us heart disease by pounding on the oak."
