One day little Dale was in his high chair by the window. Outdoors it was snowing.
Baby thought the snowflakes were pretty white feathers coming down from the sky. Mamma and he played with a feather once that came out of his pillow. It was nice.
Such a lot of feathers! They made pretty white caps on the fence posts. And there were great heaps of them on the ground!
“Some day,” thought Baby, “I will go out that door, and I will creep right down the steps, and I will go to that big pile of feathers, and I will get my hand full, and I will throw them away up, up, back into the sky!”
Then baby laughed, and the man who had come to take his picture touched a button on a queer little box he had, and there was Baby just as you see him.
That is how Baby Dale came to have a picture that mamma loved.
All the aunties, when they saw it, said, “Oh! how sweet.”
“I WILL GET MY HAND FULL.”
Mamma sent a picture to the grandma down in Flor-i-da, and one to the grandma up in Maine. One went over the ocean to Uncle John who loves Baby Dale very dearly. One went out West to Auntie Lou, and one went to Boston, to be printed for you.