peeping through the window, slipped behind a cloud.
"Children," he said to the little clouds, "there's a boy down below who wants to earn money to buy mittens for a boy who hasn't any. I want you to help him."
"We will, Father Sun," cried the little clouds. Then the sky began to grow so dark that the earth people looked up and said, "I do believe it's going to snow!" And it did.
Soon the air was filled with great fluffy, whirling flakes, tumbling eagerly down to help Teddy.
"Not so close!" cried the first flake as the others came down on top of him. "We'll make it too hard for Teddy if we pack tight together."
"That's so!" cried the others. And so they settled very, very gently.
All night the snowflakes fell. In the morning Father Sun poked his head out from behind a cloud.
"My, my! How fine the earth looks!" he exclaimed. "I think that's about enough, children." And Father Sun smiled so broadly that the earth people said, "How dazzling the sun is!" and squinted, and rubbed their eyes.