"Say you've had enough," ordered Bobby, thumping about on the fallen
lad's chest like a particularly well-packed bale of hay. "Say you've
had enough!"
"Had enough," murmured Tim obediently.
Bobby got up at once, and Tim rose and shook himself. At the same
moment Stanley Reeves let go of Charlie. The two boys slouched off
without a word.
"Now that ought to last them for some time," said Stanley cheerfully.
"Any time you need any advice on training up Tim Roon in the way he
should go, you just apply to me, Bobby."
Bobby grinned, showing his even, white teeth, and said he would. Then
Stanley went on to join the other high-school boys who were
bob-sledding, and Bobby ran home to tell his family the result of his
chase.
That night it snowed again. Father Blossom said winter was a habit,
like anything else, and that after the weather made up its mind to send
one snow-storm it couldn't stop but had to send them right along.
"I want Dot to stay in the house to-day," said Mother Blossom, after
Meg and Bobby had started for school. "She coughed a good deal last
night and I think she'll have to keep out of the snow for a while."
"Oh, Mother!" wailed Dot. "I want to go coasting with Twaddles.
Everybody's out on Wayne Place hill in the afternoons, and when we go
in the morning we have the nicest time! Please, Mother, just this
once; and I will take the nasty cough medicine to-night, just as good."
Mother Blossom shook her head.
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