"Well, we must finish the White family."
"What's that?" asked Violet, brushing some cookie crumbs off her jacket.
"Oh, it's a snow family we're making," explained Rose. "There's Mr. White and Mrs. White and we're going to make some little White snow children."
"Like us six little Bunkers?" asked Mun Bun.
"No, I guess not so many as that," replied Laddie. "That would take us all day. We'll just make two children, a girl and a boy."
"Oh, I'm going to help make the White children!" cried Vi.
"Let's go an' watch 'em!" called Margy to Mun Bun. "We've had enough coasting, haven't we?"
"Yes," said Mun Bun. "We'll make some snow mans ourselves."
With the smaller children dragging their sleds and following them, Russ and Rose and Laddie and Vi went back to where they had left Mr. White standing. There he was, very fine and brave-looking with his tall silk hat on his head, his coal-black eyes glistening in the sun, and his row of black buttons also shining.
All at once, as Russ, who was in the lead of the procession of children, looked at the snow man, he cried: