"Freshman March will favor us with a song," announced the mask.
"I can't sing a word," answered Joel.
"You must.

Hullabalooloo decrees it." "Then Hullabalooloo can come and make me," retorted Joel stubbornly.
"What," asked the mask in a deep, grewsome voice, "what is the penalty for disobedience ?" "Tossed in the blanket," answered the other four in unison.
"You hear, Freshman March ?" asked the mask.

"Choose." "I'll sing, I guess," answered Joel, with a grin.

But West jumped up.
"Don't you do it, Joel! They can't make you sing! And they can't make me sing; and the first one that comes in reach will get knocked down!" "Oh, well, I don't mind singing," answered Joel.

"That is, I don't mind trying.