"Honey" said he most dolefully.
"Yes, Daddy."
"'Tween you an' me, you ain't hurt nun, be you?"
"Not very much, Daddy, but when I try to rise I only sink deeper in the snow. Hark! I hear the sound of bells."
"Well, now, if there ain't Mr. Sherman coming down the hill," said Daddy delightfully. "'Tween you and me, Honey, that are Mr. Sherman will hev fur to help you git out. His legs is a heap longer than these old stumps of mine."
CHAPTER XXII.
The Rescue.