"Yes, take him," added Ted. "He'll throw snowballs at the snow men we make if you don't."
So Baby William was led away by the two girls, and Tom and his chum started to make a snow man. But they soon found that the snow was not right for packing. It was too hard and not wet enough.
"It's too cold, I guess," observed Tom, when he had tried several times to roll a big ball as the start in making a snow man.
"Then let's us go coasting, too," proposed Ted, and Tom was willing.
So the boys, leaving the ruins of the snow house, and not even starting to make the snow man, went to coast with the girls, who were having a good time on the hill with many of their friends.
"Oh, it's snowing again!" cried Ted when the time came to go home, as it was getting dusk.
"We've had a lot of storms already this winter," added Lola.
"My grandpa wrote in a letter that a hermit, up near Cherry Farm, said this was going to be a bad winter for storms," put in Jan. "Maybe we'll all be snowed in."
"That'll be great!" cried Tom.
"It will not!" exclaimed his sister. "We might all freeze to death. I don't like too much snow."