In front of them rose the top of a great mountain of snow.
“I don’t believe she can move,” said Malkin.
“I’m pretty sure she can’t,” said Nibby.
The boat stopped, and the gnomes got out on the ice and lifted out Merrimeg between them. She could hear and see, but she was frozen so stiff that she could not move.
“Do you think we can throw that far?” said Malkin.
“You’re so strong, brother, you’re so strong,” said Nibby.
“Then let’s try it,” said Malkin.
They looked over at the top of the Great Snow Mountain, and picked Merrimeg up and swung her back and forth several times. Then Malkin cried “Now!” and they gave her a mighty toss and fling and away she flew through the air towards the mountain of snow; and she lit on the very top of it, and sank down and down in the soft snow until she was out of sight.
“We mustn’t forget to fix the roof,” said Malkin. “We’d better put some boards under the moss.”
“I suppose so, brother; you always know best,” said Nibby.