"Don't you mean 'whom' you have with you?" asked Joe, nodding toward Peaches.
"No, I mean 'what'," insisted Teeter with a grin as he unbuttoned his coat and brought into view several pies, and a couple of packages done up in paper.
"Oh, that's the game, is it?" asked Joe with a laugh.
"And there's more to it," added Peaches, as he produced two bottles from the legs of his trousers. "This is the best strawberry pop that can be bought. We'll have a feast as is a feast; eh, fellows?"
"Lock the door!" exclaimed Tom, and he did it himself, being nearest to it. "There may be confiscating spirits abroad in the land to-night."
"Old Sixteen is abroad, anyhow," spoke Teeter with a laugh, "but I guess we'll be safe. I have a scheme. If worst comes to worst."
"What is it?" asked Joe.
"You'll see when the time comes—if it does. 'Now, on with the dance—let joy be unconfined!' Open the pop, Peaches, and don't sample it until we're all ready. Got any glasses, you fellows? This is a return game for the treat you gave us the other night."
"Then we'll find the glasses all right," spoke
