Nursey went on hanging up towels, and Mrs.Bhaer laid out clean clothes, as calmly as if the most perfect order reigned.

Nay, she even chased one daring boy out of the room, and fired after him the pillow he had slyly thrown at her.
"Won't they hurt 'em ?" asked Nat, who lay laughing with all his might.
"Oh dear, no! We always allow one pillow-fight Saturday night.

The cases are changed to-morrow; and it gets up a glow after the boys' baths; so I rather like it myself," said Mrs.Bhaer, busy again among her dozen pairs of socks.
"What a very nice school this is!" observed Nat, in a burst of admiration.
"It's an odd one," laughed Mrs.Bhaer, "but you see we don't believe in making children miserable by too many rules, and too much study.

I forbade night-gown parties at first; but, bless you, it was of no use.
I could no more keep those boys in their beds than so many jacks in the box.

So I made an agreement with them: I was to allow a fifteen-minute pillow-fight every Saturday night; and they promised to go properly to bed every other night.