“Of course I shall,” said Patty, saucily. “That is, I should, if I had any big blue letter, but I haven’t.”
“Never mind big blue letters,” said Roger, “let’s all go out and play in the snow.”
So everybody put on wraps and caps and furs and out they went like a parcel of children to frolic in the snow. Snow-balling was a matter of course, but nobody minded a lump of soft snow, and soon they began to build the snow-man.
He turned out to be a marvel of art and architecture, and as his heroic proportions were far too great for anybody’s hat or coat, they draped an Indian blanket around him and stuck a Japanese parasol on the top of his head to protect him from the sun.
Roger insisted on the cigarette, and as the snow gentleman had been provided with a fine set of orange-peel teeth, he held his cigarette jauntily and firmly.
“I want to go coasting,” said Patty.
“And so you shall,” said Jim. “I sent for a lot of sleds from the village, and I think they’ve arrived.”
Sure enough, there were half a dozen new sleds ready for them, and snatching the ropes, with glee, they dragged them to a nearby hill.
It was a long, easy slope, just right for coasting.
“Want to be pioneer?” asked Roger of Patty. And ever-ready Patty tucked herself on to a sled, grasped the rope, Roger gave her a push, and she was half-way down the hill before any one knew she had started. The rest followed, and soon the whole party stood laughing at the bottom of the long hill.