THE SNOWMAN.
The little boy could not think of an answer to this; and the next thing he knew he was out of the window with the snowman.
"Where are we going?" asked he.
"Why," said the snowman hurrying away into the street, "I have never thought of that, but since you speak of it I think we had better go to the Winter King's palace, and ask him if he cannot do something to keep the sun from shining to-morrow."
"Oh!" said the little boy, for his mother had promised that he might go to his grandmother's if the day was fine. He had no time to say anything about this, however, for just then the snowman cried out:—
"I have dropped one of my eyes, and I cannot go on without it."
"Dear me, dear me!" said the little boy. "How shall we ever find it?"
But while he was talking, a little dog that he knew very well came by. His name was Fido, and he could find anything that was lost. He had found the little ball when it rolled under the house, and his master's overshoes when everybody else had failed; and when he heard of the lost eye he started back at once to look for it.