It's most time it went back to heaven to get clean." "What do you mean by snow's going to heaven ?" said Prudy, gazing at the street, which was half white and half black.
"Why, you see," answered Susy, "it says, 'God scattereth the snow like wool, and his hoar-frost like the shining pearls.' And my Sabbath school teacher tells us that after a while the sun draws it back, and makes clouds of it, as 'twas before.

So, you see, the snow and the rain keep sprinkling down, and then rising up to the sky again." "Why--ee!" said Prudy; "how does the snow go up?
I never saw it going." "Indeed you have, Prudy.

It goes puffing up in fog.

Why, it's just as if the snow was a teakettle, and it keeps steaming out clouds." "O, does it, Susy?
Now, when it fogs, I shall know the snow's going up." "Please don't talk any more," returned Susy, suddenly lowering her voice; "we must be very quiet on the street, for it's Sunday.

You don't mean any harm, Prudy, but you say so much that I'm afraid I shall forget my lesson.