George Abbot picked up a handful of snow and rolled it into a ball. As he noticed how well it packed, he exclaimed:
“Say, fellows, another idea!”
“Ha! He’s full of ’em to-day!” laughed Jack.
“Get rid of it, Why,” advised Tom. “Don’t keep ideas in your system.”
“Let’s roll a whopping big snowball,” proposed George, “and send it down hill. It will roll all the way to the bottom, and pick up snow all the way down.”
“It will be some snowball when it gets to the bottom,” observed Tom. “This snow does pack wonderfully well,” he added, testing it.
“Come on!” cried George, and he started to roll the ball. In a few minutes he had one so large that it needed two to shove it about, and as it gathered layer after layer of snow, it accumulated in size until the strength of the four lads was barely sufficient to send it slowly along.
“Now to the top of the hill with it!” cried Tom, and it was placed on the brink. The boys held it at a point where it would not interfere with the small coasters. It was poised on the brink a moment.
“Let her go!” cried Tom.