Passing around the hat netted exactly three dollars and a quarter,
and Tom, Sam, and Fred Garrison were delegated to purchase the
candies, cake, and ice cream which were to constitute the spread.
"We'll do the thing up brown," said Sam.
"We must strike higher than that feast we had, last year."
"Right you are!" came from Tom, "Oh dear, do you remember how we
served Mumps that night!" and he set up a roar over the
remembrance of the scene.
Hans Mueller had become one of the occupants of the dormitory, and
he was as much, interested as anybody in the preparations for the
spread. "Dot vill pe fine!" he said. "I like to have von feast
twist a veek, ha I ha!
"He's a jolly dog," said Tom to Frank.
"But, say, I've been thinking of having some fun with him before
this spread comes off."
"Let me in on the ground floor," pleaded Frank, who always wok a
great interest in Tom's jokes.
"I will, on one condition, Frank."
"And what is that?"
"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk.
The one you used at that New Year's dance at home."
"You mean that Indian rig?"
"Yes."
"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!" laughed the senator's son. "I
heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight
Indians."'
"Did you indeed."
"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do
with the Indians."
"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one
Indian," grinned Tom.
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