"It was cold last night, before the snowstorm; but snow, when it falls, is always crisp and warm." Trot gathered a handful of it.
"Why, it's popcorn ?" she cried.
"Certainly; all snow is popcorn.

What did you expect it to be ?" "Popcorn is not snow in my country." "Well, it is the only snow we have in the Land of Mo, so you may as well make the best of it," said he, a little impatiently.

"I'm not responsible for the absurd things that happen in your country, and when you're in Mo you must do as the Momen do.

Eat some of our snow, and you will find it is good.

The only fault I find with our snow is that we get too much of it at times." With this the Bumpy Man set to work shoveling a path and he was so quick and industrious that he piled up the popcorn in great banks on either side of the trail that led to the mountain-top from the plains below.