"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
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.
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