A pile of big packing boxes fastened together made the high part of the
slide. To get to the top of this pile one had to climb on a number of
smaller boxes arranged in the form of steps--and crazy, tottering steps
they were, but the children didn't mind it. It was all the more fun when
they nearly fell down in climbing up.

From the top of the high pile of big boxes there sloped down a hill of
boards, nailed in some places and in others fastened together with ropes
to make an incline, or hill. This was about twenty feet long, and ended
in a little upturn so that a sled would shoot up with a jerk and come
down with a bang. More fun!

After several days of hard work the toboggan slide had been finished,
and now, as Ted remarked, all they needed was some snow to fall, to
cover the incline and make it slippery enough for the sleds to glide
down.

But where was the snow? The gray clouds floating high in the air seemed
to promise a fall of the white flakes, but though the Curlytops and
their playmates, the Taylor children, strained their eyes and made their
necks ache looking up, not a feathery crystal did they see.

"Maybe if we whistled it would do some good," said Janet, as all four
sat in rather gloomy silence.

"Whistle for what?" asked Ted, throwing a stick for Skyrocket, his dog,
to race after, a game that Skyrocket was very glad to play.

"Whistle for snow," went on Janet. "Didn't mother read us a story about
some sailors on a desert island whistling for snow?"

Ted and Tom both laughed, much to the surprise of Janet, who seemed a
little hurt at their chuckles.

"Well?" she asked. "What's the matter?"

"You don't whistle for _snow_!" shouted Ted. "You whistle for _wind_!
Ha! Ha!"

"She's got it twisted!" laughed Tom.

"I don't care!" exclaimed Janet, getting up and walking toward the
house. "What's the difference? Wind brings snow, and if you whistle for
wind, and it comes and brings snow, it's just the same as whistling for
snow."

"I think so, too," agreed Lola. "Smarty!" she exclaimed, thrusting her
tongue out at her brother and his chum.

"That's a good one--whistling for _snow_!" laughed Ted, clapping his
playmate on the back. "We'll tell the fellows!"

"If you do I'll never speak to you again!" cried Janet. "And if you want
to make any more of your old toboggan slides I won't help you. Will we,
Lola?"

"Nope, we won't at all! Let's go get our dolls!"

"You'll want to coast down this slide wh