"I'm going to hit the door—the very middle of the door," answered Bess.
"Oh, Bess! if the man is inside, what will he think?" said Nan.
"I don't care what he thinks," was the quick reply. "Here goes!"
Away flew the snowball, and it must be admitted that Bess's aim was decidedly good, for the snowball sailed directly for the center of the door of the smithy.
But as the girl launched the snowball the door of the blacksmith shop opened and a man came forth.
Spat! the snowball landed directly in the man's face!