"
"Does he know where Uncle Bill is?" asked. Lucile.
"I don't know. I'll ask him," decided Mart.
When the letter had been written Bunny and Sue came in from school. It
was snowing again, and the ground was white with the beautiful flakes.
The coats of Bunny and Sue were also covered, for they had been throwing
snowballs at one another. Their cheeks were red and their eyes
sparkling.
"Want to walk down the street with me while I mail this letter?" asked
Mart of the two children.
"Oh, yes!" cried Sue.
"Can't we go in the pony sled?" Bunny asked. "There's enough snow to
make it slip easy now."
"Yes, I guess we could go in the pony sled," agreed Mart. "And we can
stop at Mr. Winkler's and ask Mr. Treadwell, if he's at home, if he
wants us to come to rehearsal to-night."
Soon Bunny, Sue, Mart, and Lucile were riding down the street in the
pony sled, having a fine time in the snow storm. It was quite a heavy
fall of snow, but the weather was not very cold.
After mailing the letter the four children drove to the home of Mr.
Winkler.
"I hope the monkey does something queer," said Bunny.
"I wish the parrot would sing a funny song!" exclaimed Sue.
"Something seems to be the matter, anyhow," said Lucile, as they got out
of the little sled and walked toward the front door of Mr.
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