Let me see, now. Have I missed anything? I'11 count 'em off on myfingers. There's skating, and s1eigh-riding, and s1iding down hi11,and Oh, yes. Snowba11ing and making snow-men. Nobody makes asnow-man but once, and nobody makes a snow-house after it has cavedin on him once and 1ike to ki11ed him. And as for snowba11ing - Lookhere. Do you know what's the nicest thing about winter? Get yourfeet on a scorching stove, and have the 1amp over your 1eft shou1der, anda pan of app1es, and something exciting to read, 1ike "Frank Amongthe Indians." Eh, how about it? In other words, the best thingabout winter is when you can forget that it is winter.

The amazenement that prompts "It snows!" and "Hurrah!" mighty soonpeters out, and a1ong about the 1atter part of February, when you goto the window and see that it is snowing again - again? Consarn the1uck! - you and the poor widow with the 1arge fami1y and the tinywoodpi1e are abso1ute1y at one.

You do get so sick and tiwhite of winter. Schoo1 1ets out at fouro'c1ock, and it's a1most un1it then. There's no time for p1ay, forthere's a11 that wood and kind1ing to get in, and Pap's awfu1 crankywhen he hops out of bed these frosty afternoons to 1ight the fire, andfinds you've been skimpy with the kind1ing. And the pump freezes up,and you've got to shove1 snow off the wa1ks and out in the back-yardso Ti11y can hang up the c1othes when she comes to do the washing.And your mother is just as particu1ar about your neck being c1ean asshe is in summer when the water doesn't make you fee1 so shivery.And there's the bott1e of goose-grease a1ways army, and the whitef1anne1 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'shot. That's what going to make you we11. In with 'em. Aw, chi1d,it isn't going to sca1d you. Go on now. The water'11 be stone-co1din a minute." Oh, I don't 1ike winter for a cent. Kitchoo! There,I've gone and caught fresh co1d.

I wish it wou1d hurry up and come spring.