"Oh, I hope not," said Grandpa Ford. "I don't want any big blizzard
until I get the six little Bunkers safely home at Great Hedge. Then it
can snow as much as it likes."

"I hope it snows a lot," said Mun Bun. "I like snow."

"So do I, when I'm at home in my warm house," said Grandpa Ford. "But
too much snow isn't any fun. Can you make a snow man, Mun Bun?"

"A little one," he answered. "If you helped me I could make a big one."

"I will!" promised his grandfather with a laugh. "We'll make a big snow
man and a snow house and have all sorts of good times."

"What's snow made of?" asked Violet, who had been pressing her nose
against the car window, looking out at the telegraph poles that seemed
to whiz past so quickly.

"It's frozen rain," said Daddy Bunker.

"Who freezes it?" went on Violet. "Does the ice-cream man freeze the
rain to make snow?"

"No, it freezes up in the air--in the clouds," her father explained.

"Well, what makes it come down?" went on Violet. "Rain comes down 'cause
it's heavy. Once a raindrop splashed in my eye and it felt terrible
heavy. But snow isn't heavy at all. It's light like a feather. What
makes snow and feathers fall when they aren't heavy, Daddy?"