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Pll tell you what,” as a bright idea struck him; “T’ll get my
sister to come with us; she is almost as good as a boy—any
way, she’s worth three ordinary girls. How will that do >?”

‘“That’s better,” said Will; “but, I say, it will be rather
a sell if the snow doesn’t come after all, won't it ?”

“Oh, go home, Froggy!” said Harry, laughing, “and
stop croaking; and mind you meet Sis and me in the
morning. Good-bye!” And the two boys went their ways.

The next morning proved old Mr. Gayton to have been
a true prophet, for the snow was lying inches deep. Harry
and his sister were up betimes; and half-past eight found
them waiting with Will at Dr. Mason’s corner. The
“enemy” presently approached, as Harry had expected ;
and though Jim’s terrier sounded an alarm, and so spoilt
a little of the suddenness of the attack, boys, and girl, and dog
were soon engaged in a battle royal; and what with shouts,
and laughs, and barks, and flying snowballs, things were
pretty lively at that corner for the next few minutes.

Unfortunately it had to be a drawn battle, for there was
not time to finish it; but the boys and Sis had had fine
fun, to say nothing of Tiny; and as the snow promised to
last for some days, they were not unwilling that the friendly
contest should be decided on some future occasion.

As to how the battle was resumed, and who were victors
in the end, we have no space to tell; but we can say that
the six snowballers were as good friends after their battle
as before, and that really is the main thing in such matters,
isn’t it?

Off and Away.