"But when Monday came Laura was cross because her red flannel underwear was so hot and scratchy.
It made her back itch, and her neck, and her wrists, and where it was folded around her ankles, under her stockings and shoe-tops, that red flannel almost drove her crazy.
At noon she begged Ma to let her change to cooler
underthings. "It's too hot for my red flannels, Ma!" she protested.
"I know the weather's turned warm," Ma answered gently. "But this is the time of year to wear flannels, and you would catch cold if you took them off."
However, this is the PERFECT time of year to learn the lessons of our elders. Do you know what happened to Laura that afternoon, when she was hot and scratchy in her flannels?
Suddenly there was no sunshine. It went out, as if someone had blown out the sun like a lamp. The outdoors was gray, the windowpanes were gray, and at the same moment a wind crashed against the schoolhouse, rattling windows and doors and shaking the walls.
The blizzard was scouring against the walls, and the winds squealed and moaned in the stovepipe."