And then, just as the children hurried out of the door, pulling away, in their haste, the blanket that was over the opening, the snow house toppled down, some of the boards in the roof breaking.
"Oh, it's a good thing we weren't in there when it fell!" cried Lola. "We'd all have been killed!"
"Snow won't kill you!" said her brother.
"But the boards might have hurt us," said Lola. "Our nice house is all spoiled!"
"And Nicknack is under the snow in there!" cried Ted.
"No, he isn't! Here he comes out," answered Janet. And just as she said that, out from under the pile of boards and the snow that was scattered over them, came Nicknack. With a wiggle of his head and horns, and a scramble of his feet, which did not have any rubber on now, Nicknack managed to get out from under the fallen playhouse, and with a leap he stood beside the children.
"There, Nicknack! See what you did!" cried Janet.
"Spoiled our nice snow house!" added Lola.
"We'll build you another," promised Ted. "Say, I never knew our goat was such a good jumper."
"He's strong all right," agreed Tom.