f the snow wasn't carried away, the baker's
horse might not be able to bring us any rolls for breakfast and perhaps
the milkman couldn't bring us any milk," Mr. Horton answered. "And the
people who are cold would not be able to get any coal for their fires.
The boys and girls might go coasting, but the horses and wagons and
motor trucks would find it hard going. It is much wiser to carry the
snow away as fast as it falls. I think it is taken out into the
country and there emptied on waste land."

"I wonder if Mr. Parkney likes it to snow," said Sunny Boy, who always
thought of the Parkney family when any one mentioned the country.
"When can we go see him, Daddy?"

"By and by, when spring comes, if not before," said Mr. Horton
pleasantly. "Now, Son, here we are at Miss May's. If it doesn't stop
snowing pretty soon I shall telephone Mother to have Harriet come for
you this noon."

Sunny Boy kissed Daddy and ran up the steps. Miss May opened the door
for him.

"Well, Sunny Boy, you are not afraid of the weather, are you?" she said
brightly. "I'm sure some of the children will not be able to come
to-day. The trolley cars have stopped, Miss Davis tells me, and Lottie
Carr and her sister live in the suburbs, you know."

When the nine o'clock bell rang all the children in Miss Davis' room
were there, except the two Carr girls. They could not come because
there were no trolley cars running and they lived too far away to walk.
There were three or four little girls in Miss May's room who stayed at
home, too, but nearly every one came. The children thought it great
fun to scramble through the snow, and then, when they reached Miss
May's, to have Maria stand them on a mat of linoleum and brush them off
with a whisk broom so that they should not carry snow into the school
rooms.

Miss Davis' class was having a reading lesson just after recess, when
Miss May came in to speak to Miss Davis. The two teachers went over by
the window to talk and the children could not hear what they said.
Miss May went back to her own room in a few moments and then, to every
one's surprise, instead of telling Sunny Boy to finish the story he had
been reading to her, Miss Davis asked her class to close their books.

"Miss May is going to send you home earlier than usual to-day," she
told them when the books were closed and the boys and girls were
sitting "at attention," as she liked to have them. "She thinks the
storm is getting worse