THE SNOW 
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would never have succeeded in building a man so 
large and so steady. 
Miss Wiseman’s sleigh and merry bells came 
through the gate long before the man was com- 
pleted. 
“It was no use trying to keep Quieenie away from 
the snow,” she said. “I made believe I did not 
see her putting on her rubber boots ; but all the time 
I knew that she was here playing with Master 
Joseph.” 
Miss Wiseman was completely wrapped up in 
furs, and, for the first time, I was impressed with 
the fact that she was a very great lady. She 
seemed no longer so decided and boyish as when 
she had worn a short skirt and tramped and worked 
in the garden with Little Joseph. Still, she had 
perhaps changed no more than he. His overalls 
were hung up in the closet. Even when I looked 
at myself, I thought my appearance had changed 
somewhat with the putting away of blue jeans and 
rubber gloves. I did hope, however, that Mr. 
Percy would not be a bit different when he came 
home for Christmas. 
“So we have only to enjoy the snow and get 
ready for Christmas, Master Joseph,” Miss Wise- 
man said. “Like all people who work well, we 
much appreciate our play spell.” 
Master Joseph at that moment looked as if he 
were doing so. Since the garden had gone to sleep, 
not even the shadow of a weed had crossed his 
