almost made up. It's about what kind of a tree would you like to drive."

"You can't drive a tree!" exclaimed Russ. "All you can do is to climb
it, or cut it down. So there!"

"Yes, you can!" insisted Laddie. "You can drive my riddle kind of tree."

"You can not! Can you, Mother?" appealed Russ. "You can climb a tree and
cut it down, and that's all you can do to it, isn't it?"

"You can sit in the shade of it," said Rose.

"Oh, yes, well, but that doesn't count!" said Russ.

"Anyhow it's a riddle," went on Laddie. "What kind of a tree would you
like to drive?"

"We haven't any time for riddles now," said Mother Bunker. "Come along,
children, Grandpa is waiting!"

And, with Laddie's riddle still unanswered, they went out into the
darkness and the storm.

At first it rather took away the breath of the children--that is, of the
four oldest. Mun Bun was carried by his mother, while Daddy Bunker took
Margy in his arms. Thus they were cuddled up so the cold wind and snow
could not blow on them. Grandpa Ford wanted to carry Violet from the
depot out to the waiting sled, but she said she was big enough to walk.

The sled stood near the depot platform, and the lights from the station