OUT IN THE BLIZZARD
"Daddy," said Mrs. Horton at the breakfast table one morning, "what do
you think about sending Sunny Boy to school to-day?"
Mr. Horton glanced out of the window. The snow was piled high on the
sill and the white flakes were still falling steadily.
"I don't know," he said slowly. "I don't believe the storm will be
much worse, Olive. It has snowed all night, and our storms seldom last
twenty-four hours. It may be a little hard going this morning, but the
walks will be cleared before it is time for him to come home. And if
the wind rises, let him stay at school till Harriet or some one can go
after him."
Sunny Boy had listened anxiously. He loved to go to school and he did
not mind the snow. Didn't he have a pair of real rubber boots and a
fur cap that covered his ears? And this was the first chance he had
had to go to school in a snowstorm. There had been snow, of course,
but it had always snowed in the night or after school was out, or
during the holidays. Now he was going to go to school while it was
snowing, just as Daddy Horton had done when he was a little boy.
"I wonder if Bob has rubber boots?" said Sunny Boy to Harriet, after
breakfast. She was watching him put on his boots in the hall.
"I don't know. But he won't be able to come to school to-day if he
has," replied Harriet. "The suburban trolleys won't run in a storm
like this. I don't think your mother ought to let you go to school
when it is snowing so hard."
Mr. Horton came downstairs, putting on his overcoat. He looked rather
serious. "The storm is worse than I thought," he said. "Sunny Boy, do
you want to go to school very much this morning?"
Sunny Boy's lip quivered. His eyes filled with tears. Couldn't he go,
after all?
"I put my rubber boots on," he said, trying not to cry, and holding out
his foot for Daddy to see.
Mr. Horton loved his little son dearly and he wanted him to be happy.
He saw that Sunny Boy would be sadly disappointed if he had to miss a
day in school.
"All right, you shall go," he said cheerfully. "I'll take you myself,
and I think we'll manage to get there. Good-bye, Mother. And don't
worry about us."
Mrs. Horton and Harriet stood at the parlor windows and watched Sunny
Boy go down the street, holding fast to his daddy's hand. The snow did
not drive in their faces, and it did not seem very cold.
"I like it, don't you?" cried Sunny Boy, tramping along in his rubber
boots and wishing that Daddy could walk to school with him every
morning.
Here and there they saw a man shoveling the sidewalk, and already teams
of horses and carts were standing at the street corners while gangs of
men and boys shoveled snow into them.
"Where do they take the snow?" asked Sunny Boy. "Why don't they leave
it on the street so people can go coasting?"
"Well, you see, Sunny Boy, if 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, and, of course, the longer you stay the more
snow you will have to plough through. I will help you put on your
wraps, and then I want you to hurry home. Don't stop to play in the
snow and don't build snow men or throw snowballs. Go straight home,
because your mothers may begin to worry about you."
They went into the cloakroom to get their wraps, and Miss Davis had to
turn on the light for them because it was so dark. The window was high
in the wall, and the wind had blown so much snow against it that the
room was "like five o'clock at night," Carleton Marsh said.
"Now remember, don't play, but hurry home," said Miss Davis, when the
last legging was buttoned and all the mittens were matched. Perry
Phelps lost one of his mittens regularly every day and Miss Davis
always had to find it for him. "Don't stop to play in the snow till
you have been home and had your lunch. You'll have the whole afternoon
to play in."
It was much colder than it had been in the morning. Sunny Boy knew
that as soon as he went out on the steps. But he did not know how cold
it was till he and the other children turned the first corner. Then
the wind struck them and Dorothy Peters cried that she couldn't breathe!
"Turn your back to it," Sunny Boy advised her, pulling his fur cap down
over his ears.
But the wind seemed to blow in several directions at once. It swooped
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?"
"I don't know whose fence that is," replied Sunny Boy. "I never saw it
before. Gee, doesn't the wind blow!"
The wind was blowing harder than ever and the snow seemed to be coming
down faster and faster. There was not a horse or wagon or motor truck
to be seen on the street, and not even a single person. Every one who
could get in out of the storm had done so. And as it was noon by this
time even those whose work forced them to be out had managed to find
shelter somewhere for the lunch hour.
"I want to go home!" cried Dorothy Peters, just as Ruth Baker had cried
the day she went coasting with Sunny Boy and Nelson. Sunny Boy decided
that all girls acted the same way.
"Well, come on," said Jimmie Butterworth, putting his hands deeper into
his pockets. "Come on, Dorothy; you won't get home standing there and
crying about it. Hurry up."
The children began to walk again, but the snow blinded their eyes and
the wind continued to take their breath way. Jessie Smiley fell over a
curb stone and began to cry and Helen Graham, who had not said a word,
sat down in the snow and declared she wasn't going a step further.
"I think we're lost and we'll be buried in the snow and never, never
found any more!" she said. Helen liked exciting stories and she had
heard so many she thought she could tell a few herself and, as it
proved, she could.
"I don't want to be buried in the snow!" cried Jessie. "I won't be
buried and never, never found any more."
"You can't help yourself," Helen informed her. "Oh-h, my feet are
cold!"
"Well, I don't b'lieve we're going home," admitted Jimmie Butterworth,
working his arms up and down to get them warm. "I think we'd better
walk the other way."
So they all turned around and began to walk in the opposite direction.
The wind turned, too, and the snow came into their faces faster than
ever.
"Look out!" screamed Helen Graham, as they stumbled across a street.
"Here comes something!"
Something big and black was coming toward them out of the snowstorm.
It moved slowly and Jimmie Butterworth said he thought it was a
battleship.
"Who ever saw a battleship on the land?" said Perry Phelps. "I'll bet
you it is a--a cow."
Perry said this hastily because he had thought at first the thing
coming toward them was a motor truck, but before he could say so his
quick eyes had made out four moving legs.
"It's a horse and wagon," said Sunny Boy. "Let's ask the driver to
give us a ride home."
"Hey, mister!" shouted the boys as the wagon came close to them. "Let
us in? Where are you going? Let us ride with you, please?"
The horse stopped, but no one answered. It seemed, tired, poor animal,
and stood with its head down and winking its eyes to keep the snow out
of them.
"Let us ride with you?" said Jimmie Butterworth politely. "I think
some of us are lost."
Sunny Boy moved closer to the wagon. He peered in where the driver
should sit. He could not see any one, and he noticed that the reins
were tied around the whip handle.
"I don't believe any one is driving this horse," he said suddenly.