“How did it get here?” Freddie asked, when he was seated on the back of the “animal.”
“The carpenters have been working here, and they left it,” Bert explained. “When I saw it I thought it would be a good joke to make believe it was a real horse. And I fooled all of you!”
Nan was going to say again that she had not been fooled very much when Flossie, looking out of the window, cried:
“Oh, it’s snowing! It’s snowing!”
“Is it? Really?” Freddie wanted to know. “Are you fooling like Bert was with the sawhorse, Flossie?”
“No, it’s really snowing!” the little girl answered.
“Oh, hurray! I want to see it!” cried Freddie, and he was in such a hurry to descend from the back of the sawhorse that this time he fell in real earnest. However, as there was a pile of shavings on the floor, left there by the carpenters, Freddie fell into them and was not hurt at all. But he was covered with the shavings.
However, Nan picked him up and brushed him off, and then he ran to the window out of which the others were looking.
“It really is snowing!” said Nan.
“Looks as if it would last, too,” added Bert.