“Oh, yes, I know that,” answered Beckie.
“And a pollylop,” went on Neddie, “is a lump of candy, with a stick on one end.”
“Oh, I see what you mean!” exclaimed Beckie with a laugh. “One is upside down and the other——”
“The other is downside up,” finished her brother, as he turned a peppersault into a bank of snow, and came out on the other side with a feather sticking in his ear.
“Oh, look at that!” exclaimed Beckie. “Where did you get that feather, Neddie?”
“Why, I don’t know,” he answered, scratching his left paw with his right ear. “I guess it must have come out of the snowbank.”
“Feathers don’t grow in snowbanks, Neddie,” spoke Beckie.
“No more they do,” he answered, taking this one from his ear and looking at it. “I guess this feather must be off a chicken or a turkey, Beckie.”
“No, it isn’t large enough for a chicken’s or a turkey’s feather,” said Beckie. “It must be from a little bird. But what would a bird be doing in a snowbank?”
And just then the two little bear children heard a voice crying: