ore fun, Jan?"

"Make snow-cream," answered the little Curlytop girl.

"What's that?" asked Ted. "Like ice-cream?"

"Yes, only different. Don't you know? Mother lets us make it sometimes.
You take a lot of snow--clean snow in a pail--and you stir some eggs and
milk and sugar and flavoring in it, and that makes almost the same as
ice-cream."

"How're we going to do it?" asked Ted, as the goat pulled him and his
sister slowly along the snow-lined street. "We haven't got any sugar or
milk or eggs or flavoring--not even a pail."

"We can stop at Aunt Sallie's and get 'em all," said Janet. "She'll like
us to make snow-cream, I guess. She can help us eat it."

"Then let's!" cried Teddy. "Go on, Nicknack, we're going to make
snow-cream! Is it awful good?" he asked his sister.

"Terrible good," she answered. "I didn't have any yet this winter, but
we had some last. It's better'n lollypops."

"Then it must be specially extra good," decided Ted. "Hurry up,
Nicknack."

The goat hurried as much as he could, but, though it was easier going on
the snow than on the ice, still it was not as easy as on the dry ground
in summer.

Along the street, around this corner, then around the next went the
Curlytops on the sled pulled by Nicknack, until, at last, they came to
the house of Aunt Sallie, a dear old lady who was always glad to see
them.

"My gracious sakes alive!" she cried, as she met the two children. "Here
we come, in our coach and four, just like Cinderella out of the pumpkin
pie!"

"Oh, Cinderella didn't come out of a pumpkin _pie_, Aunt Sallie!" gasped
Janet.

"No? Well, I was thinking of some pumpkin pies I just baked, I guess,"
said Aunt Sallie Newton, who was really Mrs. Martin's aunt, and so, of
course, the Curlytops' great-aunt, though they called her "Aunt" Sallie,
and not "Great-aunt" Sallie. "Yes, I guess that was it--the pumpkin pies
I baked. Maybe you'd like some?" she asked, looking at the children.

"Oh, I just guess we would!" cried Teddy eagerly.

"And we'd like some snow-cream, too, if you please," said Jan. "Could we
make some, Aunt Sallie?"

"Snow-cream?"

"Yes, like mother used to make. You take some snow," went on the little
girl, "and stir it up with milk and sugar and eggs----"

"Oh, yes! I know!" laughed Aunt Sallie. "I used to make that when I was
a little girl. Now I'll tell you what I'll do; if you're sure it will be
all right with your mother, I'll get you each a little piece of