Most of the boys were looking out of the window, because they liked to watch it snow.
It had been snowing hard all day and they were thinking of the snowballs they would make, and of the snow forts that they would build on the hill.
How could they study when they were thinking of all those things?
"Miss Smith," said Bo-peep, looking up from her work, "won't you please tell us a story? It is getting so dark that I cannot see to write."
Miss Smith thought a minute and then said, "How would you like to play at being a book?"
Every little face brightened. The boys looked at Miss Smith and forgot about the snow forts.
Mary sat up and did not feel one bit sleepy.
"Why, Miss Smith," said Mary, "how can we be a book?"
"I will show you," said Miss Smith.
"We will play that we are the Mother Goose Book.