"
"Oh, Tottie!" cried Elsie, rapturously, "just think, he says we may play
with all these. Why, here's ever and ever so much green, enough to play
house. Let's play build a house for father and mother."
"I'm going to build a big house for 'em when I grow up," said Tottie,
"and I mean to have glass bead windows in it."
Tottie had once had presented to him a box of colored glass beads to
string, and he could think of nothing finer in the future than unlimited
glass beads.
Meanwhile, his sister began planting pine branches upright in the snow,
to make her house.
"You see we can make believe there are windows and doors and a roof," she
said, "and it's just as good. Now, let's make believe there is a bed in
this corner, and we will lie down to sleep."
And Tottie obediently couched himself in the allotted corner and shut his
eyes very hard, though after a moment he remarked that the snow got into
his neck.
"You must play it isn't snow--play it's feathers," said Elsie.
"But I don't like it," persisted Tottie, "it don't feel a bit like
feathers."
"Oh, well, then," said Elsie, accommodating herself to circumstances,
"let's play get up now and I'll get breakfast."
Just now the door opened again, and the sexton began sweeping the refuse
out of the church.
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