she said or did.

A good many of the scholars lived too far from school to go home at
noon, and were in the habit of bringing their lunches in baskets, and
staying all day. Katy and Clover were of this number. This noon, after
the dinners were eaten, it was proposed that they should play something
in the school-room, and Katy's unlucky star put it into her head to
invent a new game, which she called the Game of Rivers.

It was played in the following manner: Each girl took the name of a
river, and laid out for herself an appointed path through the room,
winding among the desks and benches, and making a low, roaring sound, to
imitate the noise of water. Cecy was the Platte, Marianne Brooks, a tall
girl, the Mississippi, Alice Blair, the Ohio, Clover, the Penobscot, and
so on. They were instructed to run into each other once in a while,
because, as Katy said, "rivers do." As for Katy herself, she was "Father
Ocean," and, growling horribly, raged up and down the platform where
Mrs. Knight usually sat. Every now and then, when the others were at the
far end of the room, she would suddenly cry out, "Now for a meeting of
the waters!" whereupon all the rivers bouncing, bounding, scrambling,
screaming, would turn and run toward Father Ocean, while he roared
louder than all of them put together, and made short rushes up and down,
to represent the movement of waves on a beach.

Such a noise as this beautiful game made was never heard in the town of
Burnet before or since. It was like the bellowing of the bulls of
Bashan, the squeaking of pigs, the cackle of turkey-cocks, and the laugh
of wild hyenas all at once; and, in addition, there was a great banging
of furniture and scraping of many feet on an uncarpeted floor. People
going by stopped and stared, children cried, an old lady asked why some