sh to spoil all your beautiful
colored pictures, Jack," said his mother. "I may be old-fashioned, but
I know what the beauty of your work is worth, and if you do not wish to
lose your reputation as an artist you go back to your bed and wait
until I call you."

But Jack Frost, like many a son, thought his mother was far too
old-fashioned; but to keep her from fretting he crept into bed again
and kept still until he was sure his mother was asleep.

All day he kept quiet, and when the darkness came he listened to make
sure old Madam North Wind was still sleeping before he crept softly out
of his bed.

Very quietly he got out his big white coat and cap and then he filled
his big white bag with white shiny frost from his mother's chest.

He filled the bag full and then shook it down and put in more. "I'll
give them a good one to-night," he said, laughing at the thought of the
surprise he would give the farmers.

Then he crept softly past his sleeping mother, and out he went; flying
swiftly over hill and dale.

All around he spread the white frost, and when at last he finished his
work the old Sun Man, looking over the crest of the hill, was horrified
when he looked upon a white world.

"You rascal!" he shouted after Jack Frost's flying shape. "You are far
too early! You have spoiled all your pictures for this year!"

"Old silly, what does he know?" said Jack as he hurried along. "He is
just like mother--old-fashioned."

Jack got softly into bed, and not until his mother called him did he
awake again.

"Come," she said one day, "it is time now for you to be about your
work, and your pictures should be gorgeous in their colorings this
year. Be careful, my son; scatter your frost to-night lightly, and
again to-morrow night. I will go out in the morning and see how things
look."

Jack Frost did not tell his mother he had been out before. He did not
need to tell her, for the next morning before old Madam North Wind had
gone far she knew what had happened. "They are all spoiled," she said
as she looked over the landscape; "all black and dead before they had a
bit of color."

"Come out and look at your work," she said, going back for her son.
"You thought you knew more about it than your old mother."

Jack Frost had no idea what old Madam North Wind meant, but he felt
sure something was wrong, so he followed his mother very meekly; but
when they reached the forest he knew something was wrong indeed.

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