|It was a very small family, only three; Mr. Snow, Mrs. Snow, and the
baby. Mr. Snow did not look like other men. Mamma Snow did not look like
your mamma. And their baby was such a funny one!
Where do you think I saw this strange family? It was in our school-yard,
last winter. There had been a long snow-storm. Great piles of soft
white snow were in the yard. Boys like to play in the snow. They are not
afraid of the cold.
Well, my boys made a great snow-man. This they called Mr. Snow. Then
they made a lady out of the snow. They called her Mrs. Snow. They said
she was Mr. Snow's wife. At last they made a baby out of the snow. The
baby stood beside Papa and Mamma Snow.
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Then they called me out to see this family. I told them Mr. Snow was
very pale for such a large man. One boy said, "Yes; it is a very pale
family. We think they are not very well." Another boy said he was sure
they would not live long.
Every day I asked my boys about Mr. Snow and his wife and baby. But one
morning every one of the Snow family was gone. Where was Mr. Snow? Where
was Mrs. Snow? And where was the funny little baby? They had lived in
our yard just one week. No one knew where they had gone. No one but the
south wind and the sun, and they would not tell.
--S. E. SPRAGUE.
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