"Meg, will you go and get some lumps of coal?
And ask Mother if there is an old hat we can have. He ought to have a
hat."
Meg ran info the house, and was back again in a few seconds, carrying a
handful of coal done up in a bit of newspaper.
"Mother's hunting up an old derby hat," she reported. "She'll throw it
to us. Oh, Bobby, doesn't he look funny?"
The snow man was a bit cross-eyed, but he had a cheerful, companionable
look for all of that, and the children were well pleased with him.
"But arms!" cried Meg suddenly. "He hasn't any arms, Bobby."
Sure enough, they had forgotten to make him any arms. This omission
was quickly remedied. Mother Blossom called to them, as they were
putting the finishing touches on the right hand.
"Here's an old hat of Daddy's," she said, stepping out on the porch.
"Will it do? Here, Meg, catch."
She tossed the hat over to Meg.
"Wait and see how it looks, Mother," begged Dot. "Want a chair, Bobby?
I'll get it."
The snow man was so tall that Bobby could not reach the top of his
head, and when Dot came back, dragging a chair for him to stand on,
even then he had to get up on his tiptoes to place the hat.
"He's a beauty, isn't he?" said Mother Blossom enthusiastically.
"We'll keep him there to guard our yard as long as the snow lasts.
You haven't built him where he will bother Norah when she wants to hang
out clothes, have you?"
The four little Blossoms were sure they had not; and Norah herself,
when she came to the door presently to have a peep at the wonderful
snow man, declared that he wouldn't be in her way at all.
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