e and a
reporter for the _Post_ wrote a piece about it even before it was
finished.

Boys of all grades, from the primary up, had their "fingers in the pie";
for the very youngest could roll big snowballs on the smooth lawns of
the Parade at noon when the sun was warm, and draw them to the site of
the castle on their sleds after school was over for the day.

The bigger boys built up the walls, set in the round windows of ice,
which were frozen each night in washtubs and brought carefully to the
castle. The doorway was a huge arch, with a sheet of ice set in at the
top like a fanlight over an old-fashioned front door. A flat roof was
made of planks, with snow shoveled upon them and tramped down.

Several pillars of fence rails were set up inside to keep the roof from
sagging; then the castle was swept out, the floor smoothed, and the
girls were allowed to enter.

It was a fine, big snowhouse, all of forty feet long and half as wide.
It was as large as a small moving picture place.

Somebody suggested having moving pictures in it--or a magic lantern
show, but Joe Eldred, one of the bigger high school boys, whose father
was superintendent of the Milton Electric Lighting Company, had a better
idea than that.

On Thursday, when the castle was all finished, and the _Post_ had spoken
of it, Joe went to his father and begged some wire and rigging, and the
boys chipped in to buy several sixty-watt lamps.

Joe Eldred was a young electrician himself, and Neale O'Neil aided him,
for Neale seemed to know a lot about electric lighting. When his mates
called him "the circus boy," Neale scowled and said nothing, but he was
too good-natured and polite to refuse to help in any general plan for
fun like this now under way.

Joe got a permit from Mr. Eldred and then they connected up the lamps
they had strung inside the castle and at the entrance, with the city
lighting cables.

At dusk that Thursday evening, the snowhouse suddenly burst into
illumination. The sheets of clear ice made good windows. Christmas
greens were festooned over the entrance, and around the walls within.

After supper the boys and girls gathered in and about the snow castle;
somebody brought a talking machine from home and played some dance
records. The older girls, and some of the boys, danced.

But the castle was not ornate enough to suit the builders. The next day
they ran up a false-front with a tower at either side. These towers were
partly walled