Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue in the Sunny South | Page 6

of them unbolted," Mrs. Brown said.
"We'll fasten it now. But don't get under any more snowslides, Bunny."
"Now we can finish making our snow man!" Bunny said, as his mother
and uncle turned to go into the house.
"Yes, I guess there's no more danger of snow sliding off the roof,"
remarked Uncle Tad. "All that could fall has slid off."
"Don't forget to take Mr. Snyder's shovel back," Mother Brown called
to the children.
They promised to return it, and then began an hour of fun with the
snow man. Bunny finished making the tall white hat, and then he and
Charlie threw snowballs at it and at the nose of the snow man until he
was so battered and plastered that he did not look at all like himself.
Sue and Helen threw a few snowballs at the legs of the man, but they
soon tired of this, for Charlie and Bunny grew so excited with their
sport that there was not much chance for the girls.
"Let's go and slide downhill," proposed Sue.
"That'll be fun," agreed Helen. So, taking their sleds, the girls went to a

little hill not far away, where, meeting Mary Watson and Sadie West,
they had good times riding down the snowy slope.
"Well, he doesn't look much like a snow man now," laughed Charlie
Star, after many balls had been thrown at the white image.
"No; his face is all gone," Bunny agreed. "What'll we do now?"
"Let's go over on the hill," proposed Charlie. "It's getting so warm that
maybe the snow won't last much longer, and we don't want to miss the
fun."
"It is getting warmer," Bunny agreed. "The wind's coming from the
south," he added as he looked at the weather vane on the barn and saw
that it was pointed to the south. "I guess they don't ever have snow
down south; do they, Charlie?"
"They don't where my aunt lives," Charlie answered. "She's down in
Florida--away down in the end, near Key West. She sends me letters
sometimes, and she says they never have snow there. She has all the
oranges she wants, too!"
"I'd like to live there!" Bunny said, smacking his lips. "I love oranges.
But I'd like a little snow once in a while, wouldn't you, Charlie?"
"Oh, yes! You couldn't have any fun in winter without snow."
"I'd like to see such a place--just once, anyhow," went on Bunny Brown.
And he little knew how soon he was to get his desire.
The two boys, having pelted the snow man all they wished, got their
sleds and soon joined Sue and the other girls on the hill. There they had
races, and coasted down in as many different ways as they could think
of. Finally Bunny cried:
"Let's make a bob, Charlie!"
"No, you mustn't do that!" exclaimed Sue.

"Who said so?" demanded Bunny.
"Daddy," Sue answered. "He said I wasn't to make any bobs on the
hill."
"Well, he didn't tell me not to," declared her brother.
"I guess he meant you," answered Sue. "You'd better not make a bob,
Bunny Brown! You might get hurt!"
Making a bob, it might be explained, meant that two or three boys and
sometimes the older girls would lie flat on their sleds. Then one coaster
would take hold of the rear of the sled in front of him, and twine his
feet around the front runners of the sled behind him. In this way half a
dozen boys or girls could lock themselves and their sleds together and
go down the hill that way.
There was danger in it because sometimes the hands or legs of some
one in the middle would lose their grip, and the "bob" would come
apart. Then sleds would crash together, and often the children were hurt.
Sue's father had told her never to do this, for he had more than once
seen children hurt at this game.
Whether he had told Bunny not to make a bob I do not know. I think if
Bunny had been forbidden this fun he would not have taken part in it.
But perhaps he forgot.
Anyhow, he and Charlie and some of the other lads stretched out on
their sleds, making a bob as I have told you it was done, and down the
hill they coasted.
All went well for some distance, and then suddenly Harry Bentley, who
was in the middle, lost his hold of Bunny's sled.
"Hold on to me! Hold on to me!" cried Bunny, as he saw that he was
slipping sideways.
"I can't!" Harry answered.

A few seconds later the bob came apart, some boys rolling off their
sleds and others coasting down backwards or sideways. Bunny went on
by himself for some little distance,