"In a minute," said Joel. "Now, Grandma, what else is in here?" giving the bag a shake.
"Hey?" asked Grandma; "speak louder, Joel."
"O dear me! I can't speak so's she'll hear," said Joel, in despair, to the others. So he shook the bag again, when the bottom of it came out, and away the doughnuts and pink and white sticks flew, and rolled all over the patched bed-quilt.
"There, now," said Joel, in disgust; "there isn't any use in anybody's guessing anything. But we can eat 'em now," he added, brightening.
[XXVI]
Miss PARROTT'S COACH AND THE COASTING
It was snowing tiny flakes when Joel's eyes popped open, and the small, feathery things whirled against the little paned window, as if they would very much like to come in.
"Dave--Dave!" cried Joel, poking him, "get up--it's snowing!"
David's eyes flew quite wide at that, and he sat up at once. "Oh, Joel," he squealed, as he watched the flakes, "ain't they pretty!"
"Um! I guess so," said Joel, springing into his clothes; "they're nice for snowballs and to slide on, anyway."