“I believe we’re melting him,” said Goran. “He needs air.”
“I need air,” said the Snowman, his face shining with hope.
“Air?” said the Queen. “Nonsense! He’s had too much air. He needs a hot brick at his feet!”
“I need air,” faltered the Snowman.
“Air? Nonsense!” cried the fat Teapot and all her Teacup daughters, hoping the Queen would hear, and take them back to the Palace with her.
“I need air,” sighed the Snowman, and now he looked discouraged.
“Air? Brrr-rrr!” And Mejau squeezed himself under the chest of drawers, much annoyed with every one.
“I need air,” breathed the Snowman, looking at Goran with imploring eyes.
“Air? Mercy on us, that will mean opening the door again!” And the Geraniums shivered in every leaf and petal.
But Goran had helped the poor Snowman, now nearly melted away, out of bed, and was leading him to the door.