The little girl stood on tiptoe and peered through the window. Her chin barely reached the window sill. She used her two hands to balance herself. Her fingers brushed something and she glanced at the white stuff on her fingers. "Chalk!" she thought. Susan Armstrong remembered her mother and Uncle Titus placing chalk lines on the windows earlier in the day. "We must place chalk on the windows!" her mother had declared after what had happened to her little brother last week.