Marie was a little Southern girl, and had never seen a snow-storm. When
she was ten years old, she spent a winter at the North with her cousins.
One morning she awoke, and looking out of the window, saw something soft
and white falling.
“Cousin Caroline, run here,” she said; “they must be picking cotton up
in heaven.”
Her cousin told her that it was snow, and in the afternoon she should go
sleighing. I am sure that Marie will never forget her first sleigh ride.
But more fun was coming. When the ice became firm, Caroline and her
brothers went to the Park to skate. Marie did not know how to skate, but
Harold said she must have a slide on the ice, and that he would take
good care of her. So Marie was tucked snugly into a sled, with plenty of
robes to keep her warm.
Edmund played horse and pulled, while Harold did the pushing.
“One for the money, Two for the show,
Three to make ready, and Four to go,”
shouted Harold, and away they went like the wind.
Caroline, and Bébé, Marie’s dog, tried to keep pace with them, but were
soon left far behind.
Was not Marie lucky to have such kind cousins?
[Illustration: MARIE’S FIRST SLIDE.]