"And a snow-man," Jamie answered.

Ted went oh: "I'll always ride the sled down a hill, and you can ride
it up."

"I guess you won't," Jamie said, speaking loudly.

"Why not?" Ted asked.

"Because it'll be as much my sled as yours."

"Yes, of course," Ted replied; "but I chose it first."

"You are a selfish boy!" said Jamie.

"Well, then, so are you!"

"I don't care. I won't sleep with you. I'll ask mamma if I can't have
the first pick; I'm the biggest," roared Jamie, bounding out of bed.

"You're a big, cross cry baby," Ted shouted, jumping out after his
brother.

Away ran Jamie to mamma, with Ted at his heels. Both were angry. Both
talked at once.

Mamma was grieved. Her dear little boys had never been so unkind to
each other before. She kissed their hot faces and stroked their pretty
hair. She told them how their naughty words hurt her. She showed them
how displeased God was to see two little brothers quarrel.