"'Cause he might—something might—oh, I don't want you to go!" exclaimed Rose. "I guess we'd better go and tell Daddy."
They stood for a moment looking at the snow man who had acted so strangely.
Suddenly the tall silk hat was straightened on Mr. White's head, and then, once more, it was lifted off and bowed to the six little Bunkers.
"Come on!" cried Russ to Laddie after a moment. "Let's see what does it."
"Maybe it's a riddle," Laddie suggested.
"If it is, it's a funny one," said his brother.
They started for Mr. White, and, all at once, off came the hat again, and then, suddenly, there was a loud a-ker-choo sneeze!
"Oh, he's alive! The snow man has come to life!" cried Rose. "I'm going to the house."
But just then, out from behind the big snow image, with the tall hat in his hand, stepped—Grandpa Ford. He was laughing.