"It's certainly your stomach, Mumps, my boy," said Tom. "You look
kind of funny -- just like a fellow I knew who got the smallpox."
"He does look like a fellow getting the smallpox," put in Dick.
"Mumps, does your tongue feel dry-like?"
"Dry, of course it is dry -- and salty," growled Mumps, but he
began to grow uneasy.
"Let me see your tongue," put in Sam, who happened to have a blue
pencil in his pocket. As he spoke he broke off some of the blue
point and crumbled it in his fingers.
"My tongue is all right," answered Mumps. Nevertheless, he held
it out; and Sam slyly dropped the bluing on it.
"It's as blue as indigo!" he exclaimed, "Look into the glass for
yourself."
Somewhat against his will, Mumps strode over to the looking glass.
As he noted the condition of his tongue, he grew very pale and
began to tremble.
"It is blue," he whined, "and -- and -- I feel sick all over. Oh,
say, do you think I really am getting the smallpox?"
For an instant there was a dead silence. Then the boys could hold
in no longer, and a long but smothered laugh showed the sneak how
completely he had been sold.
CHAPTER XXVI
A LIVELY GAME OF BASEBALL
If ever a boy was mad clear through that boy was the sneak of
Putnam Hall.
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