They turned away, and as they were a little tired of the castle they decided to go outside again. When their feet touched the sparkling snow Ray pointed to a hill a short distance away saying, “We will climb that hill and see the view.”
“All ready,” said Dorothy, and away they started.
As they were going up the hill Ray took up a handful of the snow and put it in his mouth. What do you suppose it was? Not snow at all, but ice-cream, a whole hill of it.
Of course they had to rest right then and there, so down they sat and refreshed themselves with as much ice-cream as they could eat.
“What a wonderful place Santa Claus Land is,” said Dorothy, “the ponds are candy, the trees all Christmas trees, and the hills made of ice-cream.”
“Well, you know,” said Ray, “Santa needs so much of everything because he has to supply the world.”
“This is the sweetest ice-cream I’ve ever tasted, don’t you think so?”
“Yes,” answered Ray, “but I think I’ve had enough, haven’t you?”
“Ye-es,” assented Dorothy, taking one more delicious mouthful.
“Now let us climb to the top of the hill,” said Ray helping his little cousin to rise.