"Let us make a snow man in our back yard," proposed Bobby to Meg on the way home from school that afternoon. "Dot and Twaddles tried it, but there wasn't enough snow then. We can make a good one."
They found the twins ready to help them, and in a very short time they had rolled a huge snowball that was pronounced just the thing for Mr. Snowman's body.
"We can't make long thin legs like the soldiers," said Bobby regretfully. "I wonder how the man made 'em like that. We'll have to have short roundish legs for ours."
The short "roundish" legs finished, they had still to make the head. This was done by rolling a smaller snowball and mounting it on the large round one.
"Now he needs a face," said Dot, gazing with admiration on their work.
"How'll you make his eyes and nose, Bobby?"
"With coal," said Bobby. "Meg, will you go and get some lumps of coal? And ask Mother if there is an old hat we can have. He ought to have a hat."
Meg ran info the house, and was back again in a few seconds, carrying a handful of coal done up in a bit of newspaper.
"Mother's hunting up an old derby hat," she reported. "She'll throw it to us. Oh, Bobby, doesn't he look funny?"
The snow man was a bit cross-eyed, but he had a cheerful, companionable look for all of that, and the children were well pleased with him.
"But arms!" cried Meg suddenly. "He hasn't any arms, Bobby."