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home through the blinding storm. The 

 older ones braved its biting blasts, and 

 as they always had books and slates, 

 as well as empty lunch boxes or pails, 

 to carry home the trip upon this par- 

 ticular occasion was sure to be a strenu- 

 ous one, for it had turned intensely 

 cold by the time the classes were dis- 

 missed. The principal and teachers in 

 the various rooms were much con- 

 cerned, for the days were short, and 

 after all had waited long and vainly 

 for the fierce, keen-cutting storm to 

 moderate its fury, the evening shadows 

 threatened, and the order came to don 

 wraps, scarfs, overshoes and mittens, 

 and start for their respective goals. 



There were two homes in the farther 

 edge of town, distant more than a 

 mile from school, towards which the 

 steps of one boy and a neighbor's 

 daughter had to be directed. They 

 had never been known to make the 

 trip together. From the boy's point 

 of view that would have subjected 



