"This snowbank's a feather bed--nothing the matter with them at all.

Don't look so pale!" "Georgie!" she gasped.

"Georgie!" Georgie was on his feet, snow all over him.
"Don't make a fuss, mother! Nothing's the matter.

That darned silly horse--" Sudden tears stood in Isabel's eyes.

"To see you down underneath--dragging--oh--" Then with shaking hands she began to brush the snow from him.
"Let me alone," he protested.