“How would we build a snowman as high as that?” demanded Fred. “Get in a tree and put his head on?”
“We could use a stepladder,” said Artie.
Though inclined at first to laugh at this scheme, the more they discussed it, the better it sounded.
“They had an enormous snowman over in Stockton,” said Artie, naming a neighboring town. “Daddy read about it. They built him in the main square, and every one helped. He had electric lights for eyes and clothes and everything.”
“I’ll bet we could build one just as good,” declared Ward. “We’ll make ours the tallest snowman River Bend ever saw.”
“Let’s make him a big hat with R.C. on it,” suggested Polly. “Then every one will know he belongs to the Riddle Club.”
This idea was pronounced “great,” and the Riddle Club could hardly wait till school was out to begin their statue.
A snowball fight was in progress in the school yard when they went back after lunch, and the battle continued furiously till the one o’clock bell rang. Flushed and warm, the pupils marched up to their classrooms, and on the stairs Polly made a distressing discovery.
Her precious Riddle Club pin was missing!
These pins had been envied or admired by every pupil in the school, and there was probably nothing Polly owned which possessed more value in her eyes.