Wright, and Meg did,
too. She usually did everything Bobby did.
"Had any snowball fights yet?" asked Mr. Wright, his breath coming out
of his mouth like white smoke.
"No. We've been coasting," replied Bobby, "but we haven't had a
snowball fight. Miss Wright won't let you throw snowballs near the
school. She's afraid you'll break a window."
Miss Wright, the vice-principal of the Oak Hill primary school, was the
feed-store man's cousin.
"That so?" he asked interestedly. "Well, now, I'll have to speak to
Cousin Lelia. When I was a boy and went to school we had regular
snowball fights. Built forts, you know, and chose a captain for each
side and had real exciting times. You tell her you won't throw toward
the school, and I shouldn't be a bit surprised if she let you build
forts in the school yard and have a good battle."
"The snow's fine there," said Meg, catching Mr. Wright's enthusiasm.
"It hasn't been touched since the first storm, only where the janitor
dug out the walks. I'd love to have a snowball fight."
"Girls don't snowball fight, do they?" Bobby was quite scandalized, and
appealed to Mr. Wright.
"Well, now, I don't believe they did when we were boys," admitted the
feed-store man slowly. "But times have changed, you know. I should
say that the side that lets girls have a place stands the best chance
of winning this snowball fight you're planning."
"Can we stay?" begged Twaddles and Dot, who had overheard.
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