THE SNOW MAN
Poor Sunny Boy! When Harriet said it was half-past eleven he felt like
crying himself, though of course a boy six years old doesn't cry about
anything if he can help it.
"Did you have a good time coasting?" asked Harriet again. She was
getting lunch ready and Sunny Boy was sure he smelled chicken soup.
"I didn't have any time," he explained sadly. "I tipped Ruth off the
sled and then she wanted to come home and I had to come with her,
'cause her mother won't let her cross streets all alone."
"And I suppose Nelson wanted to stay and enjoy himself," said Harriet.
"Well, never mind, Sunny Boy, next time you shall coast all morning, if
I have to go along to see that no one bothers you."
"Could I go this afternoon, Harriet?" asked Sunny Boy. "Mother didn't
say not to; she just said to come home at half-past eleven."
"Yes, I know she did," answered Harriet, putting salt in her soup and
then tasting it to be sure it was right. "But I don't think she wants
you to play on Court Hill in the afternoon when there will be a larger
crowd. I tell you what you do this afternoon, Sunny Boy: Build the
biggest snow man you can in the yard and then you'll surprise your
mother and grandmother when they come home from your Aunt Bessie's."
"I could s'prise 'em, couldn't I?" replied Sunny Boy, chuckling in
delight. "And Daddy and Grandpa, too! Do you think I could make a
very big snow man, Harriet?"
"I don't see why not," said Harriet. "You have a yard full of snow to
make him out of."
Sunny Boy was hungry, but he was so eager to begin to build his snow
man that he would have hurried through his lunch and skipped the bread
and butter entirely if Harriet had not said that he could not go out to
play at all unless he ate the things she gave him.
"Now I'm through," he declared when he had eaten even the crusts and
his glass of milk was quite empty. "Now may I build the snow man,
Harriet?"
"Yes indeed you may," said Harriet. "And here is the old broom I
promised you, and the felt hat. Do you know how to build a snow man,
Sunny Boy?"
Sunny Boy was sure he did, and he went out into the yard, where the
snow was piled white and smooth and not even a path had been shoveled,
and began to roll a snowball to make the snow man.
"Hello, Sunny Boy, coming coasting?" called Oliver Dunlap.
He had rung the bell and Harriet had told him Sunny Boy was in the back
yard. So Oliver had walked through the house, scattering snow at every
step, and out through the kitchen to the back porch where he found
Sunny Boy beginning his snow man.
"Aren't you going coasting?" called Oliver again. "Come on, Sunny Boy.
Nelson and Ruth have gone to dancing school and we can have heaps of
fun."
"I have to build a snow man," replied Sunny Boy. "I want to surprise
my grandpa. Do you want to help build him, Oliver?"
"Why, I don't mind," said Oliver. "Wait till I bring my sled in. I
left it out on your front steps."
He ran through the house, and when he came back in a few moments there
were four other boys with him. They brought in a good deal of snow,
but Harriet did not mind; she said she would rather sweep up snow than
mud, any time.
"Here's Jimmie Butterworth, Sunny Boy," cried Oliver, as the five lads
tumbled down the steps, "and Perry and Leslie and Harry. We'll all
help you build a snow man."
Sunny Boy was glad to see his friends, and the snow man grew very fast
with six boys to work on him. First they rolled the biggest snowball
you ever saw. It took pretty nearly all the snow in Sunny Boy's yard,
and he and the other boys had to go into Nelson Baker's yard and get
more snow to make a head for the snow man.
The great big snowball made the body of the snow man and a smaller ball
was his head. They made him arms, too, and stuck a broomstick through
one so that he looked, a little way off, as though he were carrying a
gun.
"He ought to have some face," said Sunny Boy, when they had this much
done.
"Get some coal," suggested Oliver. "You can make eyes and a nose and a
mouth with pieces of coal."
Sunny Boy went into the house and asked Harriet if he could, have some
coal to make a face for his snow man.
"Take some coal for his eyes," said Harriet. "And here is a strip of
apple skin which will make him a handsome mouth. And perhaps the boys
would like an apple to eat. I'll put half a dozen in a basket for you."
Sunny Boy took several pieces of coal from the scuttle standing near
the kitchen range and a piece of apple skin Harriet gave him and the
basket of apples. The boys ate the apples right away and let the snow
man wait for his eyes and mouth.
"You put in his eyes, Sunny Boy," said Oliver, when his apple was eaten
and even the core had disappeared. "You put in his eyes and I'll fix
his mouth."
"Let me put on his hat," begged Harry Winn, when eyes and mouth were in
place. "Get out the way, fellows, and let me put on his hat."
They all wanted to put the snow man's hat on for him, all except Sunny
Boy. He had several broken bits of coal left over and he wanted to put
those down the front of the snow man so that they would look like
buttons on his coat.
"I'm going to put the hat on," said Harry.
"I'll fix the buttons now," Sunny Boy said happily.
Harry snatched the old felt hat Harriet had given to the snow man from
Oliver, who held it. Oliver made a dash for Harry and the other boys
tried to trip him. Around and around the yard they went, laughing and
shouting, while Sunny Boy calmly stuck pieces of coal down the white
front of the snow man and pretended they were buttons on his coat.
[Illustration: Sunny Boy calmly stuck pieces of coal down the white
front of the snow man.]
"I said I'd do it!" shouted Harry, jumping for the snow man and landing
half way up his back.
He meant to clap the hat on the snow man's head and jump back. But,
before he could do this, the other four boys tumbled on top of him and
the snow man. Over went the whole statue, and the two huge balls of
snow fell squarely on Sunny Boy, just as Daddy and Grandpa Horton, who
had come home from the office early, stepped out on the back porch.
Sunny Boy was too surprised to be frightened, and before he had time to
wonder what had struck him, Daddy had him out and was brushing the snow
out of his ears and eyes.
"Are you hurt, Sunny Boy?" asked Harry. "I didn't mean to knock the
snow man over, honestly I didn't."
"There's snow down my neck," said Sunny Boy, wriggling. "But nothing
hurt me. Only the snow man is all gone."
There he lay, that beautiful snow man, in two pieces, several pieces in
fact, for the balls had broken apart when they fell.
"Never mind," said Daddy Horton cheerfully. "You can easily build
another snow man. And the boys will help you, perhaps tomorrow."
"To-morrow is New Year's," announced Oliver Dunlap. "I have to go to
see my grandma. But I can help build a snow man the day after that."
The other boys promised to help build another snow man whenever Sunny
Boy asked them to, and then, as they were going into the house, Mrs.
Baker called to Daddy Horton.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Horton," she said, hurrying out with a scarf tied
over her pretty hair. "My nephew just telephoned to know if he could
take Nelson and Ruth bobsledding on the hill before dinner. They are
at dancing school this afternoon; but I wonder if you wouldn't let
Sunny Boy go. He hasn't had any fun at all to-day. This morning he
came home with Ruth because she was cold and cried, and then this
afternoon the snow man fell on him. My nephew is very careful, and he
would be glad to take all these boys. May I tell him they will meet
him at the Hill? He is on the 'phone now."
"Oh, Daddy, let me go!" cried Sunny Boy. "I never went on a bobsled.
Please, Daddy."
Mr. Horton knew Blake Garrison, Mrs. Baker's nephew, and he knew he was
careful and very fond of younger children. Blake was a senior in high
school and had a splendid sled. It was just like him to think of his
little cousins and to want to give them pleasure. So Sunny Boy was
allowed to go, and the other boys went with him. They had all started
to go coasting anyway, they explained to Mr. Horton, when they passed
Sunny Boy's house and Oliver told them about the snow man. Their
mothers would not worry, they said, if they came home by five o'clock.
"Hello, everybody!" said Blake Garrison, when the six small boys found
him at the top of Court Hill. Most of them knew him by sight and he,
it seemed, knew all their names. "I'm glad you didn't all go to
dancing school. Do you feel like a little coast?"
"Let me steer, Blake?" asked Harry Winn.
Blake and another boy, Fred Carr, who was with him, laughed.
"I'll do the steering, Harry," said Blake firmly. "You other
youngsters pile on where you please, but I'll keep Sunny Boy near me.
If he fell off we might lose him entirely, he's so little."
Sunny Boy smiled, but he did not say anything. He was having a
beautiful time. The six small boys got on the sled, and Blake and
three other high school friends of his got on, too. The big bob
started. Sunny Boy closed his eyes. My, how the wind whistled! How
the snow flew up and stung their faces! And how soon they came to the
bottom of the hill and shot across the little bridge that was at the
foot.
"Do it again," said Sunny Boy to Blake.
They did it again, half a dozen times in fact, before Blake and Fred
said that it was quarter to five and time to stop. Then they put the
small boys on the sled and gave them a ride home. Blake said no one
need say "thank you" to him, because he had had more fun than anybody!
That evening, as Sunny Boy sat in Grandma Horton's lap after dinner and
watched the fire burn merrily in the grate, he remembered that Oliver
had said the next day would be New Year's Day.
"What do we do on New Year, Grandma?" Sunny Boy asked curiously.
"Oh, people come to see us," replied Grandma Horton, giving him a kiss.
"And you may pass them the New Year's cakes that Harriet has baked for
us. You will like that, won't you?"