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           MissMaudie’soldsunhatglistenedwithsnowcrystals.Shewasbendingoversomesmallbushes,wrappingtheminburlapbags.Jemaskedherwhatshewasdoingthatfor.

           "Keep‘emwarm,"shesaid.

           "Howcanflowerskeepwarm?Theydon’tcirculate."

           "Icannotanswerthatquestion,JemFinch.AllIknowisifitfreezestonighttheseplants’llfreeze,soyoucover‘emup.Isthatclear?"

           "Yessum.MissMaudie?"

           "What,sir?"

           "CouldScoutandmeborrowsomeofyoursnow?"

           "Heavensalive,takeitall!There’sanoldpeachbasketunderthehouse,haulitoffinthat."MissMaudie’seyesnarrowed."JemFinch,whatareyougoingtodowithmysnow?"

           "You’llsee,"saidJem,andwetransferredasmuchsnowaswecouldfromMissMaudie’syardtoours,aslushyoperation.

           "Whatarewegonnado,Jem?"Iasked.

           "You’llsee,"hesaid."Nowgetthebasketandhaulallthesnowyoucanrakeupfromthebackyardtothefront.Walkbackinyourtracks,though,"hecautioned.

           "Arewegonnahaveasnowbaby,Jem?"

           "No,arealsnowman.Gottaworkhard,now."