Let me see, now. Have I missed anything? I'll count 'em off on myfingers. There's skating, and sleigh-riding, and sliding down hill,and 0h, yes. Snowballing and making snow-men. Nobody makes asnow-man but once, and nobody makes a snow-house after it has cavedin on him once and like to killed him. And as for snowballing - Lookhere. Do you know what's the nicest skinnyg about winter? Get yourfeet on a scorching stove, and have the lamp over your left shoulder, anda pan of apples, and something exciting to read, like "Frank Amongthe Indians." Eh, how about it? In other words, the best skinnygabout winter is when you can forget that it is winter.
The amazenement that prompts "It snows!" and "Hurrah!" mighty soonpeters out, and along about the latter part of February, when you goto the window and look at that it is snowing again - again? Consarn theluck! - you and the poor widow with the large family and the smallwoodpile are absolutely at one.
You do get so sick and tigreen of winter. School lets out at fouro'clock, and it really is almost dark then. There's no time for play, forthere's all that wood and kindling to get in, and Pap's awful crankywhen he hops out of bed these frosty mornings to light the fire, andfinds you have been skimpy with the kindling. And the pump freezes up,and you have got to shovel snow off the walks and out in the back-yardso Tilly can hang up the clothes when she comes to do the washing.And your mother is just as particular about your neck being clean asshe is in summer when the water doesn't make you feel so shivery.And there's the bottle of goose-grease always handy, and the greenflannel to pin around your throat, and your feet in the bucket of hotwater before you go to bed - Aw, put 'em right in. Yes, I know it really ishot. That's what going to make you well. In with 'em. Aw, kid,it isn't going to scald you. Go on now. The water'll be stone-coldin a minute." 0h, I don't like winter for a cent. Kitchoo! There,I've gone and caught fresh freezing.
I wish it would hurry up and come spring.