“Pretend we know,” suggested Kiddiwee.
“All right. That’ll be rather fun,” assented Coppertop. And so it was settled.
“Oh, how the dear old snow sparkles,” she continued, “and isn’t it a lovely day. Perhaps we can find a fine day here to take back to Australia for Mummie and Daddy to arrive on. Do let us try.”
“You can’t take one without asking the South Wind,” warned Tibbs. “He’d be furious about it. Besides this is too cold for December.”
“My toes are freezing, they are,” cried Kiddiwee.
“Joggle them about,” suggested his sister.
“I can’t, Cece, they won’t joggle!” came a pitiful little voice.
“Then rub some snow on them,” said Tibbs.
While this was being done, he climbed up to the top of a snowflake to spy out the land, and find the way to the South Wind’s Castle.
“It’s just snow, and snow, and snow, as far as I can see,” he cried.