"Shouldn"t wonder if they are--he came down hard enough," answered Dave.
By good luck all the students had seats close to each other, and as the train rolled along they told of their various holiday experiences and discussed school matters.
"Just four weeks and then we"ll close down for Christmas," said Roger.
"We ought to have lots of fun," said Ben. "We can go skating and ice-boating, and we can build a fort----"
"And s...o...b..ll Pop Swingly and Horsehair," interrupted Sam, mentioning the janitor of Oak Hall and the driver for the inst.i.tution. "Don"t forget them or they"ll feel slighted."
"What"s the matter with s...o...b..lling Job Haskers?" asked Phil, mentioning a teacher who was anything but popular with the students.
"Oh, we"ll attend to him, never fear," answered Roger Morr.
"Has anybody heard from Plum?" questioned Sam, during a lull in the conversation.
"I got a letter from him," answered Dave, seeing that n.o.body else replied. "He is afraid he is going to have a hard time of it to reform.
I hope you fellows will treat him as well as you can."
"I shall," said the senator"s son, and several nodded.
"I think I have always treated him better than he deserved," said Shadow Hamilton. He could not forget what serious trouble the former bully of Oak Hall had once caused him, when Doctor Clay"s valuable collection of postage stamps had disappeared.
It had been snowing slightly since morning, and now the flakes began to come down thicker than ever. As a consequence the engineer of the train could not see the signals ahead and had to run slowly, so that when the Junction was gained, where the boys had to change for Oakdale, they were half an hour late.
"We"ve missed the connection and must remain here for just an hour and a quarter," declared Dave, after questioning the station master. "We can"t get to Oak Hall until after dark."
"I move we have something to eat," said Roger. "A sandwich, a piece of mince-pie, and a cup of hot chocolate wouldn"t go bad."
"Second the commotion!" cried Ben. "All in favor raise their left ear."
"Which puts me in mind of a story," said Shadow. "Two men went to a restaurant and ordered----"
"Fried snakes" livers on mushrooms," interrupted Dave. "You"ve told that story before."
"No, I didn"t, and it wasn"t fried----"
"I know what he means," said Phil. "It was robins" wings salted in sauerkraut."
"It wasn"t. This was an order of----"
"Blue pumpkin rinds with mackerel sauce," interrupted Sam Day. "Very fine dish. I ate it once, when I was dining at the White House with the President."
"It wasn"t pumpkin rinds, or anything like it. It was a plain order of----"
"Cherry roast, with minced sunflowers?" suggested Roger. "The girls at Va.s.sar dine on "em regularly, after playing football."
"This was a plain everyday order of pork and beans," shouted Shadow, desperately. "And after the men got "em, what do you think they did? Oh, this is a good one;" and Shadow"s eyes began to sparkle.
"Found fault, I suppose, because the beans weren"t from Boston," said Dave.
"No."
"Don"t keep us waiting, Shadow. Tell the story to a finish," said Phil.
"Well, they got the pork and beans----"
"Yes."
"And they sat down, facing each other----"
"All right--fire away," said Sam, as the story-teller paused.
"And they began to eat----"
"Glad to know they didn"t begin to weep," was Roger"s soft comment.
"And they ate the pork and beans all up," continued Shadow, soberly. And then he stopped short and looked around blankly.
"Eh?"
"Well, I never!"
"Is that all there is to the story?" demanded Sam.
"Certainly. You didn"t expect they"d buy the beans and throw them away, did you?" asked Shadow, innocently.
"Sold that time!" cried Dave, good-naturedly. "Never mind; we"ll let Shadow pay for the lunch we"re going to have. Come on."
"Not on your tintype," murmured the story-teller. "Not unless you pa.s.s around the hat and make me treasurer."
They found a convenient restaurant and, pushing together two of the tables, sat down in a merry group. The proprietor knew some of them, and nodded pleasantly as he took their orders. Soon they were eating as only happy and healthy schoolboys can eat.
"My, but this mince-pie is good!" declared Roger. "I could eat about a yard of it!"
"A yard of pie is good," said Dave, with a smile.
"Talking about a yard of pie puts me in mind of a story," came from Shadow, who was stowing away the last of a hot roast-beef sandwich.
"Hold on, we"ve had enough!" cried Sam.
"If you pile on another like that last one, we"ll roll you out in the snow," was Phil"s comment.
"This is a real story, really it is, and it"s a good one, too."
"Vintage of 1864, or before Columbus landed?" inquired Ben.
"I"ve never told this before. Some Yale students went into a butcher shop and one of "em, to be funny, asked the butcher if he"d sell him a yard of mutton. "Certainly," says the butcher. "Fifty cents a yard."
"All right," says Mr. Student. "I"ll take two yards." "A dollar, please," says the butcher. "Here you are," says the student, and holds up the money. Then the butcher takes the bill, puts it in his cash drawer, and hands out--six sheep feet."