“I guess you’re Fred,” she said, smilingly. “Your ma set me to cleaning this room this afternoon. I’ll put things back just the way you had them.”
Fred put his pin on the cushion on his bureau—which was covered with a white towel to protect it from dust—and then glanced at his bank. He didn’t like to leave it there.
“I’ll take it over to the clubroom and leave it there, I guess,” he said to himself. “It won’t hurt to leave it there all night.”
It had been decided to build the gigantic snowman between the Marley and the Williamson house, because they had the advantage of two large yards filled with snow. Fred found that Ward and Artie had already started to roll a ball for the body of the snowman.
“I’ve been thinking,” said Fred, joining them: “What shall we make the letters R.C. of? If we do them in snow they won’t show up very well.”
“We can get red flannel or something,” said the resourceful Polly.
“I think red and white would be pretty, because Christmas is coming.”
“Maybe we can give him a little Christmas tree to hold,” said Jess. “That would look fine, wouldn’t it? A great, big snowman, holding a Christmas tree.”
“There—this is a good place to stand him,” declared Fred. “Don’t roll the ball any larger. We can begin to build now.”
They had a fair sized ball of snow rolled, and Fred had chosen a spot near the walk to have him stand.