And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always...
It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.
