in."

Mr. Carter laughed, but offered no advice or sympathy, as he pressed
the signal for the assembly. Girls, Bobby thought, joining the patient
Meg in the hall, always managed to have their way; a fellow might as
well give up to them from the first.

After assembly came lessons, and, finally, recess.

"Go out into the fresh air," ordered Miss Mason, who taught the room
Meg and Bobby were in. "It isn't cold out--not too cold. No, Frances,
you can't stay in and draw."

Miss Mason believed in fresh air, and she usually drove her class out
into the yard, no matter what the weather, telling them that exercise
would keep them warm. Those who tried to stay in the warm schoolroom
were invariably disappointed, for Miss Mason opened every window as
wide as it would go and let in the fresh cold air.

"Come on, Frances," called Meg from the doorway. "We're going to play
something new."

Frances Smith followed Meg reluctantly, but when she heard about the
snowball fight, she was immediately interested.

"Mr. Carter said we could," announced Bobby to the boys. "We must
remember and aim away from the windows and not hit the girls. Let's
begin to build the forts now."

"We'll have to have a general," said Tim Roon quickly. "I'll be