haven't any tools to make _that_."

So every night, when he said his prayers, Marmaduke added another
sentence to "God bless Mamma an' Papa an' the Toyman an' Wienie an'"
all the rest of his friends. Perhaps you can guess what it was. No?
Well it sounded something like this:

"An' please, God, send us some snow,--a _whole lot of it_!"

Well, it came in about a week. On the twenty-third of November, to be
exact.

It took only an hour to make the fields white, and only about three
for the snow to pile deep enough to carry the new bobsled.

The Toyman looked at the sky, then at the ground, and then at his
shop.

"Guess I'll knock off," he said. He was always knocking off work or
something for the children.

But he had to stop their quarreling now. Each one wanted the honor of
pulling the big bobsled first. For it was a thing to be proud of, with
its yellow runners and the blue edge around them, and the red seat
with the white star in the middle.

"You're as bad as the pigs in the corner pen," said the Toyman, "where
are your manners?"

That settled it, of course. Turns! That was the proper way, and off