principal pointedly. "Still, it is hardly likely that Bobby's men
would have hit their own general with a frozen ball. I don't intend to
try to find out any more, Tim. But I'm sorry that in every game there
must always be some one who doesn't play fair."

Mr. Carter said that Bobby should go home at once and let his mother
put something on his eye. It was a real victory for the Black's side,
he announced firmly. And Bobby, going home with Meg, his handkerchief
tied over his puffy eye, felt like a real general, wounded, tired, but
successful and happy.

Mother Blossom always knew what to do for the little hurts, and she
bandaged Bobby's eye and listened to the account of the snow fight with
great interest.

"Meg, Meg!" Dot's voice sounded from the front hall, as Mother Blossom
finished tying a soft handkerchief around Bobby's head to hold the
eye-pad in place. "Is Meg home yet?"

Dot appeared in the doorway of Mother Blossom's room.

"What's the matter with Bobby?" she asked.

Bobby explained, but Dot was too excited to pay much attention to the
story of the fight. She had other matters on her mind.

"Meg, you've got a letter," she announced. "We all have. Only
Twaddles and I opened ours."

"A letter!" repeated Meg, delighted. "Who wrote it?"