"Take us?" they cried excitedly. "We're all ready."

"Sure, I'll take you," was the hearty response. "Send Dot and Twaddles
along, too. I'm going to the station and back, and I'll drop you at
the school house and take them on with me. I'll have them back inside
an hour, Mrs. Blossom."

Mother Blossom said Dot and Twaddles could go, and in another minute
they were climbing into the sleigh, which was a low box wagon on
runners, drawn by two lively bay horses.

The twins sat down cozily in the straw that covered the floor on the
sleigh, but Bobby rode up on the seat with Mr. Wright, and Meg did,
too. She usually did everything Bobby did.

"Had any snowball fights yet?" asked Mr. Wright, his breath coming out
of his mouth like white smoke.

"No. We've been coasting," replied Bobby, "but we haven't had a
snowball fight. Miss Wright won't let you throw snowballs near the
school. She's afraid you'll break a window."

Miss Wright, the vice-principal of the Oak Hill primary school, was the
feed-store man's cousin.

"That so?" he asked interestedly. "Well, now, I'll have to speak to
Cousin Lelia. When I was a boy and went to school we had regular
snowball fights. Built forts, you know, and chose a captain for each
side and had real exciting times. You tell her you won't throw toward
the school, and I shouldn't be a bit surprised if she let you build