human
Oh, look!
gpt
What is it? asked her brother, stumbling over a little pile of snow as he hurried up beside his sister, who had gone on ahead of him.
human
Did you find the right path, Flossie? But then I don't believe you did. I don't believe anybody, not even Santa Claus himself, could find a path in this snow storm.
gpt
Yes he could, insisted Flossie.
human
Santa Claus can do anything. He could come right down out of the sky now, in his reindeer sleigh, and take us home, if he wanted to.
gpt
Well, then, said Freddie, shaking his head as a snowflake blew into his ear and melted there with a ticklish feeling,
human
I just wish he _would_ come and take us home. I'm--I'm getting tired, Flossie.
gpt
So'm I. But I did see something, Freddie, and the little girl pointed ahead through the drifting flakes.
human
It wasn't the path, though.
gpt
What'd you see?
human
That!
gpt
Oh, it's a little snow house!
human
That's what I thought it was, Flossie went on.
gpt
Some one must have been playing out here on the meadows, and made this little house. It's awful small, but maybe if we curl up and stick our legs under us, we can get inside out of the storm.
human
Maybe we can! cried Freddie.
gpt
Let's try.
human
The front door is closed, said Freddie.
gpt
I guess they shut it after them when they went away.
human
Maybe they're inside now, remarked Flossie.
gpt
If we knocked maybe they would let us in. Only it will be awful crowded,