they went.

But after all, "taking turns" wasn't as fine as the next thing the
Toyman suggested.

"All jump on," he called, "and I'll be the cayuse."

That was a funny word he had learned out West, but by this time the
children knew he meant _horse_. So the three, Jehosophat,
Marmaduke, and Hepzebiah, sat on the red seat and were pulled through
the snow, oh, ever so swiftly!

It was like riding through fairyland, for the branches above them were
furred with white feathery snow, and the woods looked like some great
lace design made by the Winter Queen who, they say, knits when the
nights are cold and the Winter King is out at the club.

Soon they reached the hill. It was pretty steep and Jehosophat and
Marmaduke wanted to get off and walk up so as to make it easier for
the Toyman. He wouldn't hear of that, but just set his shoulders like
Teddy in the shafts and puffed and pulled up hill.

On the fields the snow was light and feathery like powdered sugar, but
on the hill it had been packed down hard by the coasters. There were
so many of them, boys and girls from the neighborhood all around! Some
were at the top, and some at the bottom, and some in the middle,
sliding merrily down.

When the Three Happy Children reached the top of the hill the Toyman
cried: