down around the children and blew stinging snowflakes into their eyes.
It howled and shrieked and tore over the roofs of the houses, bringing
great sheets of snow with it.

"It wasn't like this, this morning," complained Carleton, stamping his
feet to warm them.

Though none of them knew it, the storm was now a blizzard and it was
cold enough and windy enough and snowy enough to make grown-ups most
uncomfortable, to say nothing of small boys and girls who had to walk
through the storm. It was a mistake for the teacher to send the
children home alone.

"I can't see where I'm going!" gasped Jimmie Butterworth, trying to
wipe the snow from his face with his mittens.

Jessie Smiley stubbed her toe against something and began to cry.

"I'm so cold!" she wailed. "My nose is frozen, I know it is. And I
never saw that funny fence before."

Sunny Boy looked up at the great iron fence. The snow had blown
against it till it was almost covered. There was a row of ash cans set
out on the curb in front of this fence and they were so completely
covered with snow that poor Jessie had walked into them without seeing
them.

"No, I never saw that fence, either," declared Jimmie. "Is this the
way you go home to your house, Sunny Boy?"