“Yes, it will do,” she decided. “This ball is for the snowman’s feet. We will make the next one larger. That will be for his stomach.”
The three girls stood the snowball on its flat end in the front yard. Then they started another which grew and grew as it rolled over the ground.
“Veve,” Connie asked suddenly, “why don’t you join our Brownie troop?”
In the act of lifting up a hard-packed snowball, Veve nearly let it tumble through her mittens.
“Oh, Brownies!” she teased. “They stay all afternoon in the house and make scrapbooks! I’d rather play outdoors!”
“Brownies don’t stay inside all the time!” Sunny said hotly. “You have it all wrong. Our troop is wonderful!”
Veve tried to change the subject. “Our snowman needs a face. I’ll get some coal for his eyes and nose.”
On the driveway of the McGuire home next door stood a red coal delivery truck. A strong looking man with a very dirty face was shoveling coal into the basement.
“Hello, mister,” said Veve, who never was afraid of strangers. “May I have some little pieces of coal for my snowman?”
“Help yourself, Sister,” replied the man. He kept right on unloading the coal.