"Girls, there's a Band!" "A what?" "A Band—in the Sunday-School." "I am sure there is a careless girl in the house," put in another speaker. "Go and wipe your feet, Maria; look at the snow you have brought in." "But, mamma——" "Go and get rid of that snow before you say another word. And you too, Matilda; see, child, what lumps of snow are sticking to your shoes. Was there no mat at the door?" "There was a cold wind there," muttered Maria, as she went to obey orders. "What harm does a little snow do?"