"Dear me!" said the little boy. "I will get you a hat but it will have to be my sailor, for I wear my new hat to church and to parties, and my everyday cap will not fit you, I am afraid,—we made your head so large."
"The sailor will do nicely," said the snowman, "if I may have it at once. As it is, I am catching my death of cold. Archoo! archoo! archoo!"
When the little boy heard this, he jumped out of bed and ran to the cupboard and got the sailor hat from the top shelf and gave it to the snowman.
"How do I look in it?" he asked as soon as he had put it on.
"Well enough," answered the moon, who had been watching all the while; "but you will have to make haste if you want to go anywhere before daylight."
"Don't you hear what the moon is saying?" said the snowman to the little boy. "What are you waiting for?"
"Am I going anywhere?" asked the child.
"Of course," answered the snowman. "Why shouldn't you go?"