"Heart disease; my eye!" exclaimed Teeter. "You should have a clear conscience such as I have, and nothing would worry you. That's good ale all right, Joe. Got any more?" and he finished his glass.
"Nary a drop. But go on, Peaches. Tell us more about the snow fight."
Whereupon the lad did, waxing enthusiastic, and causing his chums to get into the same state of mind.
"It will be no end of fun!" declared Teeter. "We'll choose sides and see which one can capture the fort."
"When can we do it?" asked Tom.
"The sooner the quicker," was Joe's opinion. "The snow won't last long."
"Then we ought to start on the fort to-morrow and have the battle the next day," was the opinion of Peaches.
Permission to have the snow battle was obtained from Dr. Fillmore the next day, and the work of building the snow fort started soon after lessons were over. Fortunately the white flakes packed well, and with a foundation of a number of big snowballs the fort was shortly in process of construction.
