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The children all put on their things, and went home and told their
parents what they were going to do; then they started upon the search
for the silver hen. They searched with no success till the day before
Christmas. Then they thought they would ask Dame Louisa, who had the
reputation of being quite a wise woman, if she knew of any more likely
places in which they could hunt.

The twelve scholars walked two by two up to Dame Louisa's front door,
and knocked. They were very quiet and spoke only in whispers because
they knew Dame Louisa was nervous, and did not like children very
well. Indeed it was a great cross to her that she lived so near the
school, for the scholars when out in their own yard never thought
about her nervousness, and made a deal of noise. Then too she could
hear every time they spelled or said the multiplication-table, or
bounded the countries of Africa, and it was very trying. To-day in
spite of their efforts to be quiet they awoke her from a nap, and she
came to the door, with her front-piece and cap on one side, and her
spectacles over her eyebrows, very much out of humor.

[Illustration: TWO BY TWO.]

"I don't know where you'll find the hen," said she peevishly, "unless
you go to the White Woods for it."

"Thank you, ma'am," said the children with curtesies, and they all
turned and went down the path between the dead Christmas-trees.

Dame Louisa had no idea that they would go to the White Woods. She had
said it quite at random, although she was so vexed in being disturbed
in her nap that she wished for a moment that they would. She stood in
her front door and looked at her dead Christmas-trees, and that
always made her feel crosser, and she had not at any time a pleasant
disposition. Indeed, it was rumored among the towns-people that that
had blasted her Christmas-trees, that Dame Louisa's scolding, fretting
voice had floated out to them, and smote their delicate twigs like a
bitter frost and made them turn yellow; for the real Christmas-tree is
not very hardy.

No one else in the village, probably no one else in the county, owned
any such tree, alive or dead. Dame Louisa's husband, who had been
a sea-captain, had brought them from foreign parts. They were mere
little twigs when they planted them on the first day of January, but
they were full-grown and loaded with fruit by the next Christmas-day.
Every Christmas they were cut down and sold, but they always grew
again to their full height, in a year's time. They were not, it is
true, the regulation Christmas-tree. That is they were not loaded with
different and suitable gifts for every one in a family, as they stood
there in Dame Louisa's yard. People always tied on those, after they
had bought them, and had set them up in their own parlors. But these
trees bore regular fruit like apple, or peach, or plum-trees, only
there was a considerable variety in it. These trees when in full
fruitage were festooned with strings of pop-corn, and weighed down
with apples and oranges and figs and bags of candy, and it was really
an amazing sight to see them out there in Dame Louisa's front yard.
But now they were all yellow and dead, and not so much as one pop-corn
whitened the upper branches, neither was there one candle shining
out in the night. For the trees in their prime had borne also little
twinkling lights like wax candles.

Dame Louisa looked out at her dead Christmas-trees, and scowled. She
could see the children out in the road, and they were trudging along
in the direction of the White Woods. "Let 'em go," she snapped to
herself. "I guess they won't go far. I'll be rid of their noise, any
way."

She could hear poor Dame Penny's distressed voice out in her yard,
calling "Biddy, Biddy, Biddy;" and she scowled more fiercely than
ever. "I'm glad she's lost her old silver hen," she muttered to
herself. She had always suspected the silver hen of pecking at the
roots of the Christmas-trees and so causing them to blast; then, too,
the silver hen had used to stand on the fence and crow; for, unlike
other hens, she could crow very beautifully, and that had disturbed
her.

Dame Louisa had a very wise book, which she had consulted to find the
reason for the death of her Christmas-trees, but all she could find in
it was one short item, which did not satisfy her at all. The book was
on the plan of an encyclopedia, and she, having turned to the "ch's,"
found:

"Christmas-trees--very delicate when transplanted, especially
sensitive, and liable to blast at any change in the moral
atmosphere. Remedy: discover and confess the cause."

After reading this, Dame Louisa was always positive that Dame Penny's
silver hen was at the root of the mischief, for she knew that she
herself had never done anything to hurt the trees.

Dame Penny was so occupied in calling "Biddy, Biddy, Biddy," and
shaking a little pan of corn, that she never noticed the children
taking the road toward the White Woods. If she had done so she would
have stopped them, for the White Woods was considered a very dangerous
place. It was called white because it was always white even in
midsummer. The trees and bushes, and all the undergrowth, every flower
and blade of grass, were white with snow and frost all the year round,
and all the learned men of the country had studied into the reason
of it, and had come to the conclusion that the Woods lay in a direct
draught from the North Pole and that produced the phenomenon.
Nobody had penetrated very far into the White Woods, although many
expeditions had been organized for that purpose. The cold was so
terrible that it drove them back.

The children had heard all about the terrors of the White Woods. When
they drew near it they took hold of one another's hands and snuggled
as closely together as possible.

When they struck into the path at the entrance the intense cold turned
their cheeks and noses blue in a moment, but they kept on, calling
"Biddy, Biddy, Biddy!" in their shrill sweet trebles. Every twig on
the trees was glittering white with hoar-frost, and all the dead
blackberry-vines wore white wreaths, the bushes brushed the ground,
they were so heavy with ice, and the air was full of fine white
sparkles. The children's eyes were dazzled, but they kept on,
stumbling through the icy vines and bushes, and calling "_Biddy,
Biddy, Biddy_!"

It was quite late in the afternoon when they started, and pretty soon
the sun went down and the moon arose, and that made it seem colder. It
was like traveling through a forest of solid silver then, and every
once in a while a little frozen clump of flowers would shine so that
they would think it was the silver hen and dart forward, to find it
was not.

About two hours after the moon arose, as they were creeping along,
calling "Biddy, Biddy, Biddy!" more and more faintly, a singular,
hoarse voice replied suddenly. "We don't keep any hens," said the
voice, and all the children jumped and screamed, and looked about for
the owner of it. He loomed up among some bushes at their right. He was
so dazzling white himself, and had such an indistinctness of outline,
that they had taken him for an oak-tree. But it was the real Snow Man.
They knew him in a moment, he looked so much like his effigies that
they used to make in their yards.

"We don't keep any hens," repeated the Snow Man. "What are you calling
hens for in this forest?"

The children huddled together as close as they could, and the oldest
boy explained. When he broke down the oldest girl piped up and helped
him.

"Well," said the Snow Man, "I haven't seen the silver hen. I never did
see any hens in these woods, but she may be around here for all that.
You had better go home with me and spend the night. My wife will be
delighted to see you. We have never had any company in our lives, and
she is always scolding about it."

The children looked at each other and shook harder than they had done
with cold.

"I'm--afraid our mothers--wouldn't--like to have us," stammered the
oldest boy.

"Nonsense," cried the Snow Man. "Here I have been visiting you, time
and time again, and stood whole days out in your front yards, and
you've never been to see me. I think it is about time that I had some
return. Come along." With that the Snow Man seized the right ear of
the oldest boy between a finger and thumb, and danced him along, and
all the rest, trembling, and whimpering under their breaths, followed.

It was not long before they reached the Snow Man's house, which was
really quite magnificent: a castle built of blocks of ice fitted
together like bricks, and with two splendid snow-lions keeping guard
at the entrance. The Snow Man's wife stood in the door, and the Snow
Children stood behind her and peeped around her skirts; they were
smiling from ear to ear. They had never seen any company before, and
they were so delighted that they did not know what to do.

[Illustration: THE SNOW MAN'S HOUSE.]

"We have some company, wife," shouted the Snow Man.

"Bring them right in," said his wife with a beaming face. She was very
handsome, with beautiful pink cheeks and blue eyes, and she wore a
trailing white robe, like a queen. She kissed the children all around,
and shivers crept down their backs, for it was like being kissed by an
icicle. "Kiss your company, my dears," she said to the Snow Children,
and they came bashfully forward and kissed Dame Penny's scholars with
these same chilly kisses.

"Now," said the Snow Man's wife, "come right in and sit down where it
is cool--you look very hot."

"Hot," when the poor scholars were quite stiff with cold! They looked
at one another in dismay, but did not dare say anything. They followed
the Snow Man's wife into her grand parlor.

"Come right over here by the north window where it is cooler," said
she, "and the children shall bring you some fans."

The Snow Children floated up with fans--all the Snow Man's family
had a lovely floating gait--and the scholars took them with feeble
curtesies, and began fanning. A stiff north wind blew in at the
windows. The forest was all creaking and snapping with the cold. The
poor children, fanning themselves, on an ice divan, would certainly
have frozen if the Snow Man's wife had not suggested that they all
have a little game of "puss-in-the-corner," to while away the time
before dinner. That warmed them up a little, for they had to run very
fast indeed to play with the Snow Children who seemed to fairly blow
in the north wind from corner to corner.

But the Snow Man's wife stopped the play a little before dinner was
announced; she said the guests looked so warm that she was alarmed,
and was afraid they might melt.

[Illustration: PUSS-IN-THE-CORNER.]

A whistle, that sounded just like the whistle of the north wind in
the chimney, blew for dinner, and Dame Penny's scholars thought with
delight that now they would have something warm. But every dish on the
Snow Man's table was cold and frozen, and the Snow Man's wife kept
urging them to eat this and that, because it was so nice and cooling,
and they looked so warm.

After dinner they were colder than ever, even. Another game of
"puss-in-the-corner" did not warm them much; they were glad when the
Snow Man's wife suggested that they go to bed, for they had visions
of warm blankets and comfortables. But when they were shown into the
great north chamber, that was more like a hall than a chamber, with
its walls of solid ice, its ice floor and its ice beds, their hearts
sank. Not a blanket nor comfortable was to be seen; there were great
silk bags stuffed with snow flakes instead of feathers on the beds,
and that was all.

"If you are too warm in the night, and feel as if you were going to
melt," said the Snow Man's wife, "you can open the south window and
that will make a draught--there are none but the north windows open
now."

The scholars curtesied and bade her good-night, and she kissed them
and hoped they would sleep well. Then she trailed her splendid robe,
which was decorated with real frost embroidery, down the ice stairs
and left her guests to themselves. They were frantic with cold and
terror, and the little ones began to cry. They talked over the
situation and agreed that they had better wait until the house was
quiet and then run away. So they waited until they thought everybody
must be asleep, and then cautiously stole toward the door. It was
locked fast on the outside. The Snow Man's wife had slipped an icicle
through the latch. Then they were in despair. It seemed as if they
must freeze to death before morning. But it occurred to some of the
older ones that they had heard their parents say that snow was really
warm, and people had been kept warm and alive by burrowing under
snow-drifts. And as there were enough snow-flake beds to use for
coverlids also, they crept under them, having first shut the north
windows, and were soon quite comfortable.

In the meantime there was a great panic in the village; the children's
parents were nearly wild. They came running to Dame Penny, but she was
calling "Biddy, Biddy, Biddy!" out in the moonlight, and knew nothing
about them. Then they called outside Dame Louisa's window, but she
pretended to be asleep, although she was really awake, and in a
terrible panic.

She did not tell the parents how the children had gone to the White
Woods, because she knew that they could not extricate them from the
difficulty as well as she could herself. She knew all about the Snow
Man and his wife, and how very anxious they were to have company.

So just as soon as the parents were gone and she heard their voices in
the distance, she dressed herself, harnessed her old white horse into
the great box-sleigh, got out all the tubs and pails that she had in
the house, and went over to Dame Penny, who was still standing out in
her front yard calling the silver hen and the children by turns.

"Come, Dame Penny," said Dame Louisa, "I want you to go with me to the
White Woods and rescue the children. Bring out all the tubs and pails
you have in the house, and we will pump them full of water."

[Illustration: TO THE RESCUE.]

"The pails--full of water--what for?" gasped Dame Penny.

"To thaw them out," replied Dame Louisa; "they will very likely be
wholly or partly frozen, and I have always heard that cold water was
the only remedy to use."

Dame Penny said no more. She brought out all her tubs and pails, and
they pumped them and Dame Louisa's full of water, and packed them into
the sleigh--there were twelve of them. Then they climbed into the
seat, slapped the reins over the back of the old white horse, and
started off for the White Woods.

On the way Dame Louisa wept, and confessed what she had done to Dame
Penny. "I have been a cross, selfish old woman," said she, "and I
think that is the reason why my Christmas-trees were blasted. I don't
believe your silver hen touched them."

She and Dame Penny called "Biddy, Biddy, Biddy!" and the names of the
children, all the way. Dame Louisa drove straight to the Snow Man's
house.

"They are more likely to be there than anywhere else, the Snow Man and
his wife are so crazy to have company," said she.

When they arrived at the house, Dame Louisa left Dame Penny to hold
the horse, and went in. The outer door was not locked and she wandered
quite at her will, through the great ice saloons, and wind-swept
corridors. When she came to the door with the icicle through the
latch, she knew at once that the children were in that room, so she
drew out the icicle and entered. The children were asleep, but she
aroused them, and bade them be very quiet and follow her. They got out
of the house without disturbing any of the family; but, once out, a
new difficulty beset them. The children had been so nearly warm under
their snow-flake beds that they began to freeze the minute the icy air
struck them.

But Dame Louisa promptly seized them, while Dame Penny held the horse,
and put them into the tubs and pails of water. Then she took hold of
the horse's head, and backed him and turned around carefully, and they
started off at full speed.

But it was not long before they discovered that they were pursued.
They heard the hoarse voice of the Snow Man behind them calling to
them to stop.

"What are you taking away my company for?" shouted the Snow Man.
"Stop, stop!"

The wind was at the back of the Snow Man, and he came with tremendous
velocity. It was evident that he would soon overtake the old white
horse who was stiff and somewhat lame. Dame Louisa whipped him up, but
the Snow Man gained on them. The icy breath of the Snow Man blew over
them. "Oh!" shrieked Dame Penny, "what shall we do, what shall we do?"

"Be quiet," said Dame Louisa with dignity. She untied her large
poke-bonnet which was made of straw--she was unable to have a velvet
one for winter, now her Christmas-trees were dead--and she hung it on
the whip. Then she drew a match from her pocket, and set fire to the
bonnet. The light fabric blazed up directly, and the Snow Man stopped
short. "If you come any nearer," shrieked Dame Louisa, "I'll put this
right in your face and--melt you!"

"Give me back my company," shouted the Snow Man in a doubtful voice.

"You can't have your company," said Dame Louisa, shaking the blazing
bonnet defiantly at him.

"To think of the days I've spent in their yards, slowly melting and
suffering everything, and my not having one visit back," grumbled the
Snow Man. But he stood still; he never took a step forward after Dame
Louisa had set her bonnet on fire.

It was lucky Dame Louisa had worn a worsted scarf tied over her
bonnet, and could now use it for a bonnet.

The cold was intense, and had it not been that Dame Penny and Dame
Louisa both wore their Bay State shawls over their beaver sacques, and
their stone-marten tippets and muffs, and blue worsted stockings
drawn over their shoes, they would certainly have frozen. As for the
children, they would never have reached home alive if it had not been
for the pails and tubs of water.

"Do you feel as if you were thawing?" Dame Louisa asked the children
after they had left the Snow Man behind.

"Yes, ma'am," said they.

Dame Louisa drove as fast as she could, with thankful tears running
down her cheeks. "I've been a wicked, cross old woman," said she again
and again, "and that is what blasted my Christmas-trees."

It was the dawn of Christmas-day when they came in sight of Dame
Louisa's house.

"Oh! what is that twinkling out in the yard?" cried the children.

They could all see little fairy-like lights twinkling out in Dame
Louisa's yard.

"It looks just as the Christmas-trees used to," said Dame Penny.

[ILLUSTRATION: "I'LL PUT THIS RIGHT IN YOUR FACE AND--MELT YOU!"]

"Oh! I can't believe it," cried Dame Louisa, her heart beating wildly.

But when they came opposite the yard, they saw that it was true. Dame
Louisa's Christmas-trees stood there all twinkling with lights, and
covered with trailing garlands of pop-corn, oranges, apples,
and candy-bags; their yellow branches had turned green and the
Christmas-trees were in full glory.

"Oh! what is that shining so out in Dame Penny's yard?" cried the
children, who were entirely thawed, and only needed to get home to
their parents and have some warm breakfast, and Christmas-presents, to
be quite themselves. "Biddy, Biddy, Biddy!" cried Dame Penny, and Dame
Louisa and the children chimed in, calling, "Biddy, Biddy, Biddy!"

It was indeed the silver hen, and following her were twelve little
silver chickens. She had stolen a nest in Dame Louisa's barn and
nobody had known it until she appeared on Christmas morning with her
brood of silver chickens.

"Every scholar shall have one of the silver chickens for a Christmas
present," said Dame Penny.

"And each shall have one of my Christmas-trees," said Dame Louisa.

Then all the scholars cried out with delight, the Christmas-bells in
the village began to ring, the silver hen flew up on the fence and
crowed, the sun shone broadly out, and it was a merry Christmas-day.

TOBY.

Aunt Malvina was sitting at the window watching for a horse-car which
she wanted to take. Uncle Jack was near the register in a comfortable
easy chair, his feet on an embroidered foot-rest, and Letitia, just as
close to him as she could get her little rocking-chair, was sewing her
square of patchwork "over and over." Letitia had to sew a square of
patchwork "over and over" every day.

Aunt Malvina, who was not uncle Jack's wife, as one might suspect, but
his elder sister, was a very small, frisky little lady, with a thin,
rosy face, and a little bobbing bunch of gray curls on each side
of it. She talked very fast, and she talked all the time, so she
accomplished a vast deal of talking in the course of a day, and the
people she happened to be with did a vast deal of listening.

She was talking now, and uncle Jack was listening, with his head
leaning comfortably against a pretty tidy all over daisies in
Kensington work, and so was Letitia, taking cautious little stitches
in her patchwork.

"Mrs. Welcome," aunt Malvina had just remarked, "has got a little
colored boy as black as Toby to wait on table."

Letitia opened her sober, light gray eyes very wide, and stared
reflectively at aunt Malvina.

"It was dark as Pokonoket when we came out of church last night," said
aunt Malvina after a time, in the course of conversation.

Letitia stared reflectively at her again.

"There's my car coming around the corner!" cried aunt Malvina, and ran
friskily out of the room. Just outside the door she turned and thrust
her face, with the little gray curls dancing around it, in again for a
last word. "O, Jack!" cried she, "I hear that Edward Simonds' eldest
son is as crazy as a loon!"

"Is?"

"Yes; isn't it dreadful? Good-by!" Aunt Malvina frisked airily
downstairs, and out on the street, barely in time to secure her car.

When Letitia heard the front door close after her, she quilted her
needle carefully into her square, then she folded the patchwork up
neatly, rose, and laid it together with her thimble, scissors, and
cotton, in her little rocking-chair. Then she went and stood still
before uncle Jack, with her arms folded. It was a way she had when she
wanted information. People rather smiled to see Letitia sometimes, but
uncle Jack had always encouraged her in it; he said it was quaint.
Letitia's face was very sober, and very innocent, and very round, and
her hair was very long and light, and hung in two smooth braids, with
a neat blue bow on the end of each, down her back.

[Illustration: LETITIA STOOD BEFORE UNCLE JACK.]

Uncle Jack gazed inquiringly at her through his half-closed eyes.
"What is it, Letitia?"

"Aunt Malvina said 'as black as Toby,'" said Letitia with a look half
of inquiry, half of anxious abstraction. What Letitia could find out
herself she never asked other people.

"Yes; I know she did," replied uncle Jack.

"Then she said, 'Dark as Pokonoket.'"

"Yes; she said that too."

"And then she said, 'Crazy as a loon.'"

"Yes; she did."

"Uncle Jack, what is Toby, and what is Pokonoket, and what is a loon?"

"Toby," said uncle Jack slowly and impressively, "lives in Pokonoket,
and keeps a loon."

"Oh!" said Letitia, in a tone which implied that she was both relieved
and amazed at her own stupidity.

"Yes; perhaps you would like to hear something more particular about
Toby--how he got married, for instance?"

"I should, very much indeed," replied Letitia gravely and promptly.

"Well, you had better sit down; it will take a few minutes to tell
it."

Letitia carefully took her patchwork, her thimble, her spool of
cotton, and her scissors out of her little rocking-chair and laid them
on the table; then she sat down, and crossed her hands in her lap.

"Now, if you are ready," said uncle Jack, laughing a little to himself
as he looked down at her. Then he related as follows: "Toby is a
little black fellow, not much taller than you are, and he lives in
Pokonoket, and keeps a loon. Toby's hair is very short and kinky, and
his mouth is wide, and always curves up a little at the corners, as
if he were laughing; his eyes are astonishingly bright; but all the
people's eyes are bright in Pokonoket.

"Pokonoket is a very dark country. It always was dark. The most
ancient historians make no mention of its ever being light in
Pokonoket.

"The cause of the darkness has never been exactly understood.
Philosophers and men of science have worked very hard over it, but all
the conclusion they have been able to arrive at is, it must be due to
fog, or smoke, or atmospheric phenomena. The most celebrated of them
are in favor of atmospheric phenomena, and they are probably correct.

"The houses are always furnished with lamps, of course, and everybody
carries a lantern. No one dreams of stirring out in Pokonoket without
a lantern. The men go to their work with lanterns, the ladies take
theirs when they go out shopping, and all the children have their
little lanterns to carry to school.

[Illustration: SCHOOL CHILDREN IN POKONOKET.]

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