n a field between Exmoor and Round Head. Like as not they
picnicked on top of Round Head. Some of the Exmoor boys found a pile of
desiccated sandwiches and hard-boiled eggs and cake one day when they
were out walking, and Dodo and Andy brought the story to me."

"Think of the waste of it," exclaimed Molly. "They might at least have
given what they didn't want to the poor."

"There aren't any poor people around there, child."

"Well, to Mrs. Murphy, then. She's poor and we wouldn't have minded
having worked so hard to feed Mrs. Murphy."

"I wonder who did it," put in the Professor.

"None of the Exmoor boys, I'm sure," said his sister, who had a very
soft spot for the boys of her younger brother's college.

"Some day it will come out," announced Molly. "Things always do sooner
or later and we needn't bother about playing detective. It's a horrible
role to act, anyway."

"I remember when I was a boy at college," began the Professor, "some
fellows played rather a nasty practical joke on some of us and they were
caught by a trick of fate. On the night of the senior class elections,
which always take place just before a banquet at the Exmoor Inn, some of
the students broke into the inn kitchen, masked, overpowered the cook
and the waiter and stole all the food they conveniently could carry
away. One of the saucepans contained lobster, and the next morning there
were six very ill young men at the infirmary with ptomaine poisoning and
it was not hard to guess who were the thieves of our supper."

"Were they punished?" asked Molly.

"Oh, yes. Exmoor never permits escapades like that. They were suspended
for six weeks, although they had saved the entire senior class from a
pretty severe illness."

"At least, you might have felt some gratitude for that," observed Miss
Green.

"We did, but the President took only a one-sided view of the matter."

"I'm afraid it's too late for attacks of indigestion from our lunch,"
observed Molly. "The only thing out of common we had at the lunch were
'snakey-noodles.'"

"What in the world?" asked the brother and sister together.

"It doesn't sound very appetizing, does it? But they are awfully good.
Our old cook makes them at home. They are coils of very rich pastry with
raisins and cinnamon all through."

"Don't mention it," exclaimed the Professor, whose appetite was greater
than his official allowance of food. "I would give anything for a hot
snakey-noodle with a glass of mil