"We'll soon see," said a man's voice that didn't sound a bit like Mr.
Travers's. "There's somebody round here that's spoiling for a
thrashing."
The man came right up to the snow man, and saw my legs through the hole,
and got hold of one of them and began to pull. I didn't know it, but the
boys had undermined the snow man on one side, and as soon as the man
began to pull, over went the snow man and me right into the sleigh, and
the woman screamed again, and the horse ran away and pitched us out,
and--
But I don't want to tell the rest of it, only father said that I must be
taught not to insult respectable ladies like Miss Susan White, who is
fifty years old, by telling them it is time they were married.