"No, Teddy," said his mother. "For then it would be my present instead of yours."
"But Arthur's hands get so cold carrying the clothes!" Teddy's eyes fell to his own hands, which were always snug and warm in their red mittens. The washerwoman's little boy had no mittens.
"Earn some money, Teddy," suggested his mother.
Teddy's face fell. "How can I?" he said.
"Keep your eyes open and do the thing they tell you to do."
"All right," answered Teddy. "I'll try."
At that moment Father Sun, who had been peeping through the window, slipped behind a cloud.
How the snow did fly as he dug and scraped and shoveled!