“My shovel gets heavier every minute,” said Dot.
“I cannot walk another step, I am most frozen,” said Tot.
Brave Little Trot said, “We will keep on a few steps more and maybe we will meet some of our friends, or cousins, or uncles, or aunts.”
Twinkle Toes waltzed round and round.
Just then, was heard the “Jingle, jingle, jingle,” of sleighbells. Some one was coming in a sleigh.
The Three Little Kittens stood in the road waving their snow shovels, and they blocked the path.
The sleigh came nearer, and nearer, every minute.
When Twinkle Toes saw who was in the sleigh he set up a shout, “It is Old Uncle Mouser, stop him, stop him.”
Uncle Mouser was pleased to see his old friends you may be sure and he said,
“Creep under my fur robe, as still as a mouse,