"But you just listen to me; you look out--letting her think you're on her side like that." "I don't--" "You _don't ?_" Ramsey looked dogged.

"I'm not goin' around always arguin' about everything when arguin' would just hurt people's feelings about something they're all excited about, and wouldn't do a bit o' good in the world--and you know yourself just _talk_ hardly ever settles anything--so I don't--" "Aha!" Fred cried.

"I thought so! Now you listen to me--" "I won't.

I--" But at this moment they were interrupted.

Someone slyly opened the door, and a snowball deftly thrown from without caught Ramsey upon the back of the neck and head, where it flattened and displayed itself as an ornamental star.