We won’t be all snowed up!”
Patty sang her parody, in a high, clear voice, and then returned to her depths of collar.
Then Philip took up the game:
“The snow is falling all around,
But you girls needn’t fret;
We’ll soon arrive where we are bound,
And you’ll get warm,—you bet!”
“Lovely, Phil!” murmured Patty, “you do sing like a cherub!”
“Oh, well, I suppose my coloratura is a little off, but every time I open my mouth the snow snows in!”
“Ought to make liquid notes,” said Patty.