They had been stuck in the house for two days. Millie held
her feather, but she was not amused by their jokes.
Sally and Fran had been laughing all the way up the hill,
brandishing their twigs broken off the flower stalks from the garden.
Now they will begin a sword fight -and someone- most likely me -
is going to end up covered with snow. Maybe I should turn around
and go back right now; before my sisters instigate more nonsense!