"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.
"You can't," said Tim.
"Can, too," insisted Meg. "We don't want to fight on your side, anyway."
The bell rang before they had this settled, and when Mr. Carter stopped Bobby in the hall to ask him how the plans were going, Bobby had to confess that they had done little beyond dispute over the names for the sides and whether the girls should be allowed to play.
"It's the girls' school, after all, as much as it is yours," said Mr. Carter thoughtfully. "Some of them, I imagine, will prefer to look on from the windows; but, if I were you, I would be glad to have those who want to play on your side."
"But Tim can't be American," insisted Bobby. "We won't be any other country."
"Then choose colors," suggested Mr. Carter, "Why not Black and Orange?"