“Where’s this Oniondig――where’s this college, Peaches?” “Onondaga? Why, at Onondaga, New York, isn’t it?” “Yeah, I guess so. All right, I’ll be over. What time did you say? Half-past seven? Yell to me when you go, will you? I might forget. Say, you know those snails I got last week? Let me show you ’em now.” “Never! Listen, Toby; I’ve seen――I mean I’ve smelled all I want to of those snails. Too much is plenty!” “They don’t smell now; honest!” declared Toby, earnestly, as he proffered a flat box for inspection. Well, they didn’t――much. Peaches looked and poked them about gingerly. “What’s become of their little insides?” he inquired. “Why, I cleaned them. You boil them and then you take a little hook and――” “Toby! Don’t tell me any more!” Peaches shivered violently. “I didn’t know you were French, Toby!” “French? How do you mean, French? What’s eating you?” “I thought only the French――er――ate snails.” “Who said anything about eating them?” demanded Toby, indignantly. “Of course I didn’t eat them! I just cleaned them out and polished the shells. Look at the markings on some of them, Peaches. Aren’t they pretty?” Peaches acknowledged that they weren’t unattractive and asked, “What are you going to do with them now?” Toby stared. “Do with them?” he echoed. “Do with them,” assented Peaches. “Why, keep them, of course.” “Keep them.” It occurred to Peaches that the conversation was becoming rather idiotic. “Oh,” he murmured comprehendingly. Toby nodded, evidently relieved that the idea had at last been grasped. “Just keep them,” he said gently in the tone of one speaking to a mental deficient. Peaches nodded now. “I see,” he remarked approvingly. “Just――er――keep them.” “Yes,” said Toby, patiently. “Splendid! Well――” Peaches reached the other side of the door before he was obliged to apply a handkerchief to his eyes. He hoped that Toby wouldn’t think he was choking and come to his aid. CHAPTER X STATION W.L.L.O. BROADCASTS Mill’s room was quite full at the appointed hour. Mr. and Mrs. Lyle and Betty had come with Peaches and Toby. Mrs. Anderson, a plump, good-natured lady, overflowed from her chair and, of course, Zo was there, and Mill himself. The only absentee was Barry, but Peaches explained that he would be along later. Mill had changed the location of the radio set. It now stood close to the high chiffonier and several feet from the wall. The table on which it reposed was draped with a heavy cloth――loaned for this occasion only by Mrs. Anderson――which fell to within a few inches of the floor. As the cloth was gorgeously crimson, it added greatly to the scene and set off beautifully the shining black panel of the receiver and the wide-mouthed horn beside it. Of course the guests had to view the apparatus at close range and have its mysteries explained to them, and after that they retired expectantly to the half-circle of chairs and Mill became busy at the dials.