Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

pieces of snow fell to the ground, which was also steaming. I dressed, went downstairs and started to work at my map. Presently mother came in and remarked that Joe had said I had put too much fertalizer on my wild flowers. So I went outdoors; Joe was cleaning out the cellar to start a mushroom bed and had taken some things out in the back yard. The sun warn very bright, everything was steaming and the air was filled with the sound of dripping water; the snow was melting fast.

Joe said that a fellow had told him too much manure would cook plants, as I decided to take the most off to-morrow. As Joe was going back in the house I was down in the yard enjoying the weather - a snow ball, that seemed to come from the yard next to us, hit him in the back of the neck. Then, as he turned around to blame me for it, another one hit his back. Joe stood looking around in a dazed manner, and asked me if I knew where it came from. I thought it came from an upstairs window in my room, but I said nothing and besides, I wasn’t sure. A few moments later I went up in my room for something. There was Louise sitting by the window laughing. It needed no explanation for me to know that she was the one who had thrown the snow. When I came in I asked her where she got the snow, for the snow was all