turned Deacon Brown's horse toward the little brown house.

"It's going to snow to-morrow, I think," observed Jasper, squinting up
at the leaden sky, "isn't it, father?"

"Whoop!" exclaimed Joel, "then we will have sport, I tell you!"

"It certainly looks like it," said old Mr. King, wrapping his fur-lined
coat closer. "Phronsie, are you sure you are warm enough?"

"Yes, Grandpapa dear," she answered, curling up deeper in the straw at
his feet.

"Do you remember how you would carry the red-topped shoes home with you,
Phronsie?" cried Polly, and then away they rushed again into "Oh, don't
you remember this, and you haven't forgotten that?" Jasper as wildly
reminiscent now as the others, for hadn't he almost as good as lived at
the little brown house, pray tell? So the Whitneys looked curiously on,
without a chance to be heard in all the merry chatter; and then they
drew up at the gate of the parsonage, where they were all to have
supper.

When Phronsie woke up in the big bed by the side of her mother the next
morning, Polly was standing over her, and looking down into her face.

"Oh, Phronsie!" she exclaimed in great glee, "the ground is all covered
with snow!"

"O--oh!" screamed Phronsie, her brown eyes flying wide open, "do give me
my shoes and stockings, Polly, do! I'll be dressed in just one--minute,"