general of the Americans."

"Huh," retorted Bobby. "What do you think the other side is going to
be? My men are Americans, too."

"Who said you were a general?" jeered Tim.

"Well, he is," replied Palmer Davis heatedly. "Isn't he, fellows? I
guess Bobby proposed this. Come on, who wants to be on Bobby's side?"

"I do," cried Meg instantly.

"So do I," said Frances Smith.

"Girls!" Tim Roon's tone was one of deepest disgust. "For goodness'
sake, who ever heard of girls being in a snowball fight?"

"Well, we're going to be in this one," Meg assured him with spirit.

"You can't," said Tim.

"Can, too," insisted Meg. "We don't want to fight on your side,
anyway."

The bell rang before they had this settled, and when Mr. Carter stopped
Bobby in the hall to ask him how the plans were going, Bobby had to
confess that they had done little beyond dispute over the names for the
sides and whether the girls should be allowed to play.

"It's the girls' school, after all, as much as it is yours," said Mr.