thud against the outer door.

"It's all right," said Nils calmly, taking his cue from the teacher. "I
put up the bar after the children came in. I supposed this might
happen."

"We don't mind the snow falling against the door," said the teacher
cheerfully. "We didn't mean to go out that way. We shall go home by boat
anyhow. I've thought about that before."

"By boat!" exclaimed the children delightedly, for to them a row or a
sail was the most charming thing in the world.

"But where's the boat?" asked a prudent little boy, with a sceptical
look in his small countenance. "And where's the water?" he would have
added if he had dared.

"Two boats--two boats are here! I see them now!" said the teacher,
glancing at the sand-boxes.--"Nils, climb up into the rafters and bring
down the oars."

Climbing to the rafters was a familiar exploit of Nils's. With one foot
on his desk and his knee to the wall, he swung himself up in a moment.

"Hand down my oars and yours," she said, as she pointed at the stilts;
for the little schoolmistress was a leader in the sports of her
children, and often enjoyed them as much as they did.

The stilts were duly secured, and then the order followed, "And now the
ropes for the launching," and another glance prompted the lowering of
the summer swings for their new use.

"Give out the clothes, Nils, and call the names of the children as
usual," said the teacher. Those were no dainty little ones, accustomed
to be dressed like passive dolls by careful nurses or over-fond mammas.
They had but to receive their garments in the daily orderly way, and to
put them on as they well knew how. There might sometimes be an obstinate
string or button, but Nils was sure to be able to help in any such
difficulty, or even to tie a refractory kerchief over the light locks.
The children now put on their wrappings mechanically, lost in watching
the proceedings of the teacher and her obedient assistant.

The swings were cut in halves and attached to the strong handles of the
empty sand-boxes of olden times. "And now we must launch the boats,"
said the teacher, with the nearest approach she could muster to the
manner of a bluff sea-captain.

"Heave ho!" shouted Nils, as he put his strong shoulders to the work of
moving the boats, while the mistress held on to the horses.

One by one the boats were put in what Tora deemed proper position, the
square prows curiously tilted up to the broad window-seat. Then came