“If I were strong, I would make the largest snowman in the whole world!”
The coalman laughed as he went on with his shoveling.
“I am too busy to make snowmen,” he said. “I have a wife and four children to feed and clothe.”
Veve very much would have liked to talk longer with the coalman, but she knew the girls were waiting for her.
So, taking the pieces of coal, she ran back to the Williams’ yard.
“Why, Veve, you’re all covered with dirt!” exclaimed Connie, noticing a streak on the little girl’s face.
“I don’t care,” laughed Veve. “You should see the coalman. He’s a lot worse than I am!”
The girls used the pieces of coal to mark the snowman’s eyes, nose and mouth. Connie made a long row of black buttons down the front of the fat figure.
“That’s his coat,” she declared. “Now he’s finished!”
“Not yet,” insisted Veve. “He should have a hat and a pipe. Then he’ll look like a real man.”