Grandma Burns sat knitting busily in the sun one bright
morning the week before Christmas. The snow lay deep, and the
hard crust glistened like silver. All at once she heard little
sighs of grief outside her door. When she opened it there sat
Peter and Jimmy Rice, two very poor little boys, with their
faces in their hands; and they were crying.
"My patience!" cried grandma. "What can be the matter with
two bright little boys this sunny morning?"
"We don't have no good times," sighed little Peter.
"We can't slide. We haven't any sleds," whimpered Jimmy.
"Why, of course boys can't have a good time without sleds,"
said grandma, cheerily. "Let us look about and see if we can't
find something." And grandma's cap-border bobbed behind barrels
and boxes in the shed and all among the cobwebs in the garret;
but nothing could be found suitable.
"Hum! I do believe this would do for little Pete;" and the
dear old lady drew a large, pressed-tin pan off the top shelf
in the pantry. A long, smooth butter-tray was found for Jimmy.
Grandma shook her cap-border with laughter to see them skim
over the hard crust in their queer sleds. And the
boys shouted and swung their hands as they flew past the
"I do expect they'll wear 'em about through," murmured
grandma; "but boys must slide,—that's certain."
And the pan was scoured as bright as a new silver dollar and
the red paint was all gone off the wooden tray when Peter and
Jimmy brought their sleds back.
Grandma knitted faster than ever all that day, and her face
was bright with smiles. She was planning something. She went to
see Job Easter that night. He promised to make two small sleds
for the pair of socks she was knitting.
When the sleds were finished she dyed them red and drew a
yellow horse upon each one. Grandma called them horses, but no
one would have suspected it. Then the night before Christmas
she drew on her great socks over her shoes to keep her from
slipping, put on her hood and cloak, and dragged the little
sleds over to Peter and Timmy's house.
She hitched them to the door-latch, and went home laughing
all the way.