“I guess I’d better put him back” Bill remarked and dropped him in the icy water. The frog slowly struggled under a stone.
     We were glad enough to get home again, for it was very cold.  As the day wore on, vague mists began to spread out over the western sky; the sun became merely a bright spot and as the mists and clouds increased, it disappeared, leaving the sky cold and chearless; it began to get a little warmer but not much. After supper, I suddenly heard what I thought was rain against the windows; I went outdoors; it was sleet and snow that were coming down. I then felt a desire to be out in it so I went and got my coat and hat.
     “Where are you going?” asked Fred.
     “Out for a walk” I replied.
     “Wait a minute.” Soon he joined me and went out. It was very dark and cold; all that could be heard warn the constant falling of the sleet and snow on the ground, which sounded like rain pattering on leaves in autumn.
     Our long walk, which led us far out to the Fairgrounds in the northeastern part of town, was certainly refreshing walking over white sidewalks, thru the gloom enshouded Cent-