For a time they stood looking out over the white world. “We will have more snow,” said Timothy, as they turned to go, and the children greeted the announcement with joy.
“Timothy, will you play snowball with us this afternoon? The children will be here about one o’clock, and we want to make a snow man.”
“Well,” said Timothy, “just let me catch anyone so much as thinking of playing without me!”
It was voted the very best afternoon’s fun. There seemed to be as many grown people as children. Everyone played with zest, all were boys and girls together. The snow man looked as if he would walk away.
Timothy and the doctor chose sides, and then followed a snowball match that would be remembered for many a day by old and young.
“It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” chanted Maddie, and the children took up the cry.
“Looks like a big storm,” said father, and while the children shouted and danced in the fast falling snow, the sleighs were brought out and preparations for getting home were quickly made.
Down the long winding driveway, through the gate, the merry party went to the music of the silver bells and happy laughter; while after them, throwing a last snowball, trooped Lois, Dorothy, Timothy, Maddie, Mr. Douglas, Jeanie and the doctor.
Faster and faster whirled the snow, until the sleighing party was lost to sight and those on foot turned back. Everybody hurried away, the doctor and Maddie went home, father and Timothy remembered things that must be done, Jeanie to see about dry clothing for the children.
Half an hour later, Lois ran into the library calling, “Dorothy!”