What kind of complaint is that?"

Bobby looked perplexed. He thought for a moment.

"Oh!" He had remembered. "It wasn't a solemn cold; it was a severe
cold."

"That sounds more like it," said the principal smiling. "Was that all,
Bobby?"

"She wants Miss Garrett to take charge of the assembly and she said
that's all thank you good-by," repeated Bobby glibly, just as the
speaker had rattled it off to him over the telephone.

"All right," agreed Mr. Carter. "I might as well stay the day out
here. Let's see, it's about time for the assembly bell, isn't it?"

Bobby had almost forgotten what he had come to the office for. As Mr.
Carter moved toward the bells, he recollected.

"I was going to ask Miss Wright," he hurried to say. "Could we--do you
think we could, have a snowball fight out in the yard after school?
With forts and everything? We wouldn't break any windows."

"I don't see any reason why you shouldn't have a snowball fight," said
Mr. Carter promptly. "Remember about the windows and don't aim at any
of the girls, and you should have no trouble."

"I guess the girls will be in it," said Bobby sadly. "My sister Meg
wants to play, and I s'pose half the girls in school will want to come