human
D-d-down! finally panted Peaches, when Teeter held his face in the soft snow.
gpt
Let me up, will you?
human
Promise not to try to throw a high one?
gpt
Yes--I--I guess so.
human
That doesn't go with me; you've got to be sure.
gpt
All right, let a fellow up, will you? There's a lot of snow down my neck.
human
That's what happened to me the last time you fired a high snowball, Peaches. That's why I didn't want you to try another while I'm around. You wait until I'm off the campus if you've got to indulge in high jinks. Come on now, fellows, since Peaches has promised to behave himself, let the merry dance go on. Have you tried a shot, Joe? Or you, Sister,
gpt
Not yet, answered Joe Matson with a smile.
human
Haven't had a chance.
gpt
That's right, put in Tom Davis.
human
You started a rough-house with Peaches as soon as we got here. What's on, anyhow?
gpt
Oh, we're just seeing how straight we can aim with snowballs, explained Teeter.
human
See if you can hit that barrel head down there,
gpt
See if you can hit the barrel, Joe, urged George Bland.
human
A lot of us have missed it, including Peaches, who seems to think his particular stunt is high throwing.
gpt
And so it is! interrupted the lad with the clear complexion.
human
I can beat any one here at----
gpt
Save that talk until the baseball season opens! retorted Teeter.
human
Go ahead, Joe and Tom. And you other fellows can try if you like,