Guns and Snowshoes
"Don't pile it on too thick, Whopper," laughed Shep. "But I admit, he is a dude and no mistake."
"And a sneak--to run away as soon as he hit old Felps," finished Giant.
There was no time to say more, for the snowball battle was again raging, more furiously than ever. The balls flew on all sides, and grown folks, coming in that direction, kept out of the way as much as possible.
"Here comes old Mammy Shrader!" cried Snap, presently. "We must be careful not to hit her."
The woman he referred to was old and feeble and very short sighted. She had a faded shawl over her shoulders and carried a market basket on one arm. She went out nursing among the poor people and was well known throughout the entire neighborhood.
As the old woman came on a snowball was thrown at her from the other side of the street.
"Say, don't do that!" called out Snap, angrily. "Leave Mammy Shrader alone!"
He has scarcely uttered the words when another s