She was approaching it with that intent--those eyes were about to overshadow us with their baleful light.

Already her apron hid all other vision from my one eye, when a whizz, a dull blow, and a shriek from Mrs.
Mitchell came to my ears together.

The next moment, the field of my vision was open, and I saw Mrs.Mitchell holding her head with both hands, and the face of Turkey grinning round the corner of the open door.

Evidently he wanted to entice her to follow him; but she had been too much astonished by the snowball in the back of her neck even to look in the direction whence the blow had come.

So Turkey stepped out, and was just poising himself in the delivery of a second missile, when she turned sharp round.
The snowball missed her, and came with a great bang against the barrel.