Oliver had brought Miss Davis "some of the party" in a pretty paper napkin, and she said he was a very thoughtful boy and she was sure every one had had a good time Saturday afternoon.
All the boys were willing to have a snowball fight, and when a few flakes of snow began to fall at recess time, Oliver shouted that now there would be enough snow for the "bullets and things."
"Let me be on your side, Oliver?" asked Helen Graham coaxingly.
"On my side?" repeated Oliver. "There aren't going to be any girls in this snowball fight. This is just us boys."
"I think you're mean!" cried Helen. "And I will, too, be on your side. If you don't let us girls in the snowball fight, I'll go to Miss May and tell her we want the back lot to play in after school. So there!"
And now it was Oliver's turn to be provoked.
"I think girls are perfectly horrid," he said crossly.