"Keep your hands warm in your muff—
Girls can't slide without a sled! "
"Oh! where in the world is there aught so nice
As to slide down the pasture-hill on the ice?
Quite down to the bar, sis, see, we are going,
Where the cows each night in summer stood lowing.
"If I were a boy, like you—"
This was what their sister said,
Watching as they downward flew—
"I would make a girl a sled!"