CHAPTER XI.
SUSY'S BIRTHDAY.
Days and weeks passed.

The snowflakes, which had fallen from time to time, and kept themselves busy making a patchwork quilt for mother Earth, now melted away, and the white quilt was torn into shreds.

The bare ground was all there was to be seen, except now and then a dot of the white coverlet.

It was Spring, and everything began to wake up.

The sun wasn't half so sleepy, and didn't walk off over the western hills in the middle of the afternoon to take a nap.
The sleighing was gone long ago.