"Don't!" cried Dick. "Songbird, if you dare to do anything like that"
"You'll have to leave Dora out anyway," said Tom. "If you don't, Dick will get in your wool sure. He"
"Say, what about Sobber and Pell?" broke in the eldest Rover, his face quite red. "I feel like punishing them for making the ladies drive into the ditch."
"We'll remember it," answered Sam. "If we catch them in Cedarville let's speak of it and see what they have to say for themselves."
"Speaking about a party," observed Songbird, as they approached the village, "do you realize that we haven't had any sort of a feast at the Hall since we got back to the grind?"
"Fred was saying the same thing only a few days ago," answered Tom. "We certainly ought to have some sort of a blow-out."
"Vot you vos going to plow owid?" asked Hans innocently.
"Blow out the stuffings from a mince pie, Hansy."
"Vere you vos plow dem to, Dom?"
"Blow them into your stomach. Have a spread—a feast—a fill-up, so to speak—something to eat, cheese, sandwiches, cake, pie, pudding, jam, oranges, bananas, lard, salt, plum pudding, toothpicks, ice-cream, turnips, and other
