"Oh, I see a ice berg, an' I'm goin' to get it for candy," shouted Fred as he ran out on the porch and seized an icicle. It seemed so nice out there that he stayed and called Jamie to come, too. They were delighted with the new plaything and new sights, and any thought of being cold or needing their coats never entered their minds, so the icicle, the beautiful drops, and finally the snow claimed their attention until they were at last happily engaged in the much-desired occupation of making a snow man. It was near noon and the sun had finally rifted the grayest clouds, and was sending such warm smiles on the snow-laden earth that trees and fences, roofs and ridges burst into tears of joy. So, often does the sun-shiny smile melt the ice-bound prison of discontent or misunderstanding. Fred and Jamie were in the midst of their interesting creation when Mr. Hayden came home to dinner. "Boys! boys!" he called from the gate as soon as he saw them. "You'll catch your death of cold; run into the house, quick! Why haven't you something on your heads and rubbers on your feet?" and without waiting to hear their vociferous reply, he hurried them into the house. "Oh, but it was such fun, papa, an' we was goin' to put two coals in his head, cos' his eyes was black, you know, an' your old mashed hat for his head, an'--" "An' me foun' a 'tick for his arm," interrupted Jamie, who must be sure papa knew all about this wonderful man. "Yes, he looks very promising, and I guess I'll have to finish him for you; but you must not go out again to-day. Just think what would we do if you should be sick while mamma must be in bed. Poor mamma, she would feel bad and cry because she couldn't help you, and it would make her feel very sorry indeed to know her little boys went out without somebody saying they might." "Well, papa, we didn't mean to go 'thout our things on, but two of the _beautifullest_ icebergs hunged down an' we played they was candy an' all the pretty drops said stop, stop, stop, an'--" "Yes, an' the 'no was full of 'tars 'at shined right up at us an' laughed an' played hide an' seek wiv each other." "An' Jamie wanted to make a snow man," suddenly remembered Fred. "Cos papa did when he was a little boy, an' he telled me sometimes so could I--" "Oh, you little rogues, it is well you can trace it back," laughed papa, catching each small man, and placing upon his knees.