"We have a fine bottle of root
beer and a lot of candied fruit for you."
If there was one thing that Mumps liked, it was root beer, while
he knew candied fruit was very rich eating. Accordingly he
hesitated.
"I'll get all I can first and tell on them afterward," he thought,
and allowed Tom, and Sam to conduct him into the dormitory
occupied by the Metropolitan Sextet.
"Here is Mumps come to join us!" cried Tom, as he introduced the
sneak into the room and he winked at Dick. "Now, Mumps, sit down
and make yourself at home, and I'll get something for you," and he
motioned the sneak to a position at the head of his bed.
He hurried off, and presently came back to Mumps with a fine slice
of candied orange. The sneak was greedy, and instantly
transferred the entire slice to his mouth and began to chew it
vigorously.
"Oh!" he cried presently, and drew down his face in disgust.
"What's the matter, Mumps?" asked Sam.
"This orange tastes like kerosene!" spluttered Mumps, and rushed
to the window. As he put out his head, Tom pointed to the sneak
and then to the lamp at which he had "flavored" the candied fruit.
"We'll get square just wait," he whispered.
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