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 convenience in clearing off the steps, and dashed outward.

Her feet sank deep into the cold, soft stuff, but she didn't even notice that, as she cried, eagerly:

"Little boy! Oh, little boy! Come here quick! I want somebody to play with me."

A moment's pause of surprise, that a child should issue from "old Mr. Smith's," and the answer came cheerily back:

"Wish I could; but I'm going sledding."

"I'll go with you! I never went a-sledding in all my"—

The sentence was never finished, for somebody jerked her forcibly back within doors just as a great express wagon crawled to a pause before the entrance.