"Oh, now, my little girl is asking too many questions," said Daddy
Bunker with a laugh. "Some time, when you are a little older, I'll tell
you why it is that things fall, whether they are heavy or light. Things
even lighter than snowflakes fall as easily as a chunk of lead, but, as
you say, a snowflake is like a feather. It falls from side to side, like
a leaf, and not as fast as a drop of rain. But I do believe we shall
have snow soon," he went on. "The storm clouds are beginning to gather,"
and he looked up at the sky.

"I don't mind traveling in the snow, but I don't like it in the rain,"
said Mother Bunker. "And we must expect snow, as it will soon be
winter."

The six little Bunkers amused themselves in different ways in the car,
as the train puffed on, over hills and through valleys, to Grandpa
Ford's home at Great Hedge. As Daddy Bunker had said, the clouds were
gathering, and they seemed to hold snow, which might soon come down
with a flurry.

"But it can't hurt us," said Mun Bun, "'cause we're in the train."

"I have a new riddle," announced Laddie, after a while.

"Have you?" asked Grandpa Ford. "Well, let's hear it. I'll try to guess
it."

"Why is a train like a boy?" asked the little fellow.

"That's a funny riddle!" exclaimed Russ. "A train isn't like a boy at
all. It's too big and it isn't alive."