"Especially the hippopotamus.

He has a delicate stomach.

You see, his keeper used to feed him chocolate drops three times a day." Hippy grinned good-naturedly.

He was a round roly-poly boy, famous for his appetite.
"Get away from here, Red Curls," he cried, hitting Reddy in the back with a snowball.
"Oh, you coward," cried Reddy, talking in a high falsetto voice, "to hit a man when his back is turned.

I'll slap you for that," and he landed a snowball on Hippy's chest.
Hippy crouched behind the girls.
"I was a fool to throw at a pitcher," he cried; "he'll be sending me one of his curves in a minute." "Hiding behind the ladies, hey ?" returned Reddy, beginning to pitch snowballs at the girls.
"Let's wash his face," cried Nora to the other boys and girls coming up just then.