"Meg," said Sam soberly as they left Oak Hill and turned into a country
road, "this kind of a horse is called a calico horse. I thought you'd
like to know."
"Well, foulard is something like calico--I mean the pattern is," Meg
replied. "I like calico horses."
"I wish I'd brought the sled," said Bobby. "We could tie on behind and
ride on it."
"It's more fun this way," Meg insisted, being a little girl who didn't
always want something she didn't have. "Do you like to drive a sleigh,
Sam?"
"Sure," said Sam over his shoulder. "Always did. When I was a boy and
lived in the country, we had a real old-fashioned sleigh, with red
cushions in it and everything. We used to drive down the river on the
ice then--that was sport, let me tell you."
"Let us drive on the river," said the four little Blossoms with one
voice.
"That's nothing but a creek, where you go to skate," Sam answered a
little scornfully. "This river I'm talking about was a real
river--wide and deep; boats came up it in summer time. We lived two or
three hundred miles north of here and it was three times as cold."
"Well, it's cold enough now," said Dot wisely. "Isn't it, Meg?"
"Yes," Meg agreed absently, "but look how pretty it is--I think snow is
lovely. And the bells sound so pretty, too. Here comes another
sleigh."
The children stood up to look, holding on to the back of the seat, to
steady themselves. Coming toward them were two horses, harnessed to a
sleigh much like the one Sam was driving--a light box set on two sets
of runners.
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