Up on Mackinac Island I have known people who lived for months on fried snowballs.
"The Go Ahead Boys on Smugglers' Island"
Ross Kay
And I've got into more scrapes for telling the truth than for any other thing I've done, except being kind to the little snowballs.
"The Brass Bound Box"
Evelyn Raymond
For here was Kate, remorseful, warm-hearted Kate, who never meant to give a single creature pain, yet was forever doing it, Kate-down upon her knees clasping Monty's neck with her arms, kissing and beseeching him "not to mind," exactly as she would have kissed the smallest of all the snowballs, and not resenting it in the least because he did not instantly respond to her entreaties.
"The Brass Bound Box"
Evelyn Raymond