"Well, he's slept enough for to-night," said Mr. Martin, still laughing. "Out of the window you go!" he cried, and raising the sash near the head of Jan's bed he tossed the snow man—or what was left of him—out on the porch roof.
"Here, Nora!" called Mrs. Martin. "Please take the wet clothes off Jan's bed so they'll dry. The mattress is wet, too, so she can't sleep on it. Oh, you're a dear bunch of Trouble!" she cried as she caught Baby William up in her arms and kissed his sleepy eyes, "but you certainly made lots of work to-night. What made you put the snow man in Jan's bed?"
"So him have good s'eepin's. Him very twired an' s'eepy out in de yard. I bringed him in, I did!"
"Well, don't do it again," said Mr. Martin, and then they all went to bed, and the snow man—what was left of him—slept out on the roof, where he very likely felt better than in a warm room, for men made of snow do not like the heat.
"Well, Trouble, what are you going to do to-day?" asked his father. He was just finishing his breakfast and Baby William had just started his.
"Trouble goin' make nudder snow man," was the answer.
"Well, if you do, don't put it in my bed," begged Jan, with a laugh.
"Put him in wif Nicknack," went on Trouble.
"Yes, I guess our goat doesn't mind snow, the way he butted into our house," observed Ted.
"Oh, aren't we going to build another ever?" asked Jan. "It was lots of fun. Let's make another house, Ted."