of course.
"Do you know where we are?" asked Freddie of his sister.
"No," she answered, "I don't. It doesn't look as if we were on any
street at all. Look at the tall grass all around us."
Standing up through the snow was the tall meadow grass that had not been
cut. Freddie looked at it.
"Oh, now I know where we are!" he cried. "We're down on the meadows.
Bert brought me here once when he was looking for muskrats. He didn't
get any, but I remember how tall the grass grew. Now I know where we
are."
"All right, then you can take me home," Flossie said. "We're not lost if
you know where we are."
"But I don't know which way our house is," Freddie went on, "and I can't
see to tell with all these flakes coming down. I'll have to wait until
it stops."
"S'posin' it doesn't stop all night?" asked Flossie.
"Oh, I guess it will," said Freddie. "Anyhow, we know where we are.
Let's walk on and maybe we'll get off the meadows and on to a street
that leads to our house."
Flossie was glad to walk, as it was warmer than when standing still; and
so she and Freddie went on. They did not know where they were going,
and, as they found out afterward, they went farther and farther from
their home and the city with every step.
"Oh, look!" suddenly cried Flossie.
"What is it?" asked her brother, stumbling over a little pile of snow as
he hurried up beside his sister, who had gone on ahead of him. "Did you
find the right path, Flossie? But then I don't believe you did. I don't
believe anybody, not even Santa Claus himself, could find a path in this
snow storm."
"Yes he could," insisted Flossie. "Santa Claus can do anything. He could
come right down out of the sky now, in his reindeer sleigh, and take us
home, if he wanted to."
"Well, then," said Freddie, shaking his head as a snowflake blew into
his ear and melted there with a ticklish feeling, "I just wish he
_would_ come and take us home. I'm--I'm getting tired, Flossie."
"So'm I. But I did see something, Freddie," and the little girl pointed
ahead through the drifting flakes. "It wasn't the path, though."
"What'd you see?" demanded Freddie, rubbing his eyes so he could see
more clearly.
"That!" and Flossie pointed to a rounded mound of snow about half as
high as her head. It was right in front of her and Freddie.
"Oh, it's a little snow house!" cried Freddie.
"That's what I thought it was," Flossie went on. "Some one must have
been playing out here o
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