Benny was five years old, and he was a fat, healthy boy as well.
"I think we could all walk faster if we woke him up," said Jess decidedly. "We could each take his hand and almost carry him along."
Henry knelt by the roadside and set the little fellow against his knee.
"Come, Benny, you must wake up now and walk!" said Jess coaxingly.
"Go away!" Benny mumbled with his eyes shut, trying to lie down again.
"Let me try," Violet offered softly.
"Say, Benny, you know little Cinnamon Bear ran away to find a nice warm bed for the winter? Now, you play you're Cinnamon, and Henry and Jess will help you along, and we'll find a bed."
Violet's little plan worked. Benny was never too cross to listen to the wonderful stories his sister Violet could tell about Cinnamon Bear. He stood up bravely and marched along, yawning, while his big brother and sister almost swung him between them.
Not a soul passed them on the country road. All the houses they saw were dark and still. And when the first faint streaks of morning
