“Where can we get them?” asked Sunny, stepping back to admire the snowman.
Connie knew that her father had a tall black silk hat which he never used, and she remembered a green plastic bubble pipe in the kitchen drawer.
“I’ll ask mother if we may use them,” she offered, and ran into the house.
Mrs. Williams gave her the bubble pipe, but hesitated when Connie asked if she might also have the black silk hat.
“Your father hasn’t used that hat in years, so I suppose he won’t mind,” she said, after thinking the matter over for a moment. “You’ll find it in the attic.”
Connie climbed the stairs to the cobwebby room under the roof. The place was cluttered with trunks, boxes, and old pieces of furniture. Everything was very dusty.
Opening one trunk after another, Connie finally found the tall black silk hat which had been wrapped in tissue paper. With the bubble pipe, she carried it to the yard.
“Just what we need!” cried Veve in delight.
She thrust the hat jauntily on the snowman’s head and the pipestem deep into his mouth. The girls laughed aloud, for the figure now looked very funny.
“Doesn’t he look grand!” exclaimed Connie. “Almost like Daddy!”