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TOTO'S MERRY WINTER.
TOTO'S
MERRY WINTER.
BY
LAURA E. RICHARDS,AUTHOR OF
"THE JOYOUS STORY OF TOTO," "FIVE MICE IN A MOUSETRAP,"
"SKETCHES AND SCRAPS," ETC., ETC.



Emblem: Cheru reading a book with banner: Qui Legit Regit.



BOSTON:
ROBERTS BROTHERS.
1887.
Copyright, 1887,
By Roberts Brothers.

University Press:
John Wilson and Son, Cambridge.
TO

The Blind Children of the Perkins Institution,

WHO HAVE LISTENED TO THE FIRST

"STORY OF TOTO,"

THIS SECOND AND LAST PART OF HIS
ADVENTURES

IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED.
[7]
TOTO'S MERRY WINTER.
CHAPTER I.
IT was evening,—a good, old-fashioned winterevening, cold without, warm and merrywithin. The snow was falling lightly, softly,with no gusts of wind to trouble it and sendit whirling and drifting hither and thither.It covered the roof with a smooth whitecounterpane, tucking it in neatly and carefullyround the edges; it put a tall conicalcap on top of the pump, and laid an erminefold over his long and impressive nose. Myriadsof curious little flakes pattered softly—oh!very softly—against the windows of thecottage, pressing against the glass to see whatwas going on inside, and saying, "Let us in!let us in! please do!" But nobody seemed[8]inclined to let them in, so they were forced tocontent themselves with looking.
Indeed, the aspect of the kitchen was veryinviting, and it is no wonder that the littlecold flakes wanted to get in. A great firewas crackling and leaping on the hearth.The whole room seemed to glow and glitter:brass saucepans, tin platters, glass window-panes,all cast their very brightest glancestoward the fire, to show him that they appreciatedhis efforts. Over this famous fire,in the very midst of the dancing, flickeringtongues of yellow flame, hung a great blacksoup-kettle, which was almost boiling overwith a sense of its own importance, and akindly consciousness of the good things cookinginside it.
"Bubble! b-r-r-r-r! bubble! hubble!" saidthe black kettle, with a fat and splutteringenunciation.
"Bubble, hubble! b-r-r-r-r-r-r! bubble!
Lots of fun, and very little trouble!"
On the hob beside the fire sat the tea-kettle,a brilliant contrast to its sooty neighbor.[9]It was of copper, so brightly burnishedthat it shone like the good red gold. Thetea-kettle did not bubble,—it considered bubblingrather vulgar; but it was singing verymerrily, in a clear pleasant voice, and pouringout volumes of steam from its slendercopper nose. "I am doing all I can to makemyself agreeable!" the tea-kettle said to itself."I am boiling just right,—hard enough tomake a good cheerful noise, and no                        
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