“That was an awful funny prank,” said Kristy; “and wasn’t it a cute punishment!” she added, getting up to look out of the window again. “Rain! rain! rain!” she said, in a vexed tone, “nothing but rain to-day.”
“There are worse storms than rain, Kristy,” said her mother.
“I don’t see what can be worse,” said Kristy, returning to her seat.
“What would you say to a blizzard?” asked mamma.
“What’s a blizzard?” said Kristy.
“It’s a kind of storm they have out on the western prairies; let me tell you about one.”
CHAPTER IV
ALL NIGHT IN THE SCHOOLHOUSE
It was very quiet one winter day in the little schoolhouse out on the prairie near the village of B——.