“Is it as large as the one they had in Stockton last year?” asked Artie, hopefully.
“Much taller,” replied Harry. “I’d like to get a snapshot of this one. Don’t let anything happen to him, and I’ll be around in the afternoon as soon as school is out.”
Carrie went on to the post-office. It was nearly dark, and in a few minutes the five o’clock whistle would sound.
“Gee, it will be nice to have a picture of our snowman,” said Artie. “We can frame it and have it in our clubroom.”
Fred looked a little startled.
“Speaking of the clubroom reminds me of something,” he said hurriedly. “Mind if I go over to your house, Artie?”
“Sure, come on,” replied Artie, hospitably. “Want that book I said I’d lend you?”
“I want to go up to the clubroom a minute,” explained Fred.
But when he went upstairs with Artie, the clubroom door was locked. Ward had the key as usual.
“I started to bring the bank over here this afternoon,” said Fred, a little worried frown between his eyes. “I thought I did it. But if I didn’t, what did I do with the bank?”