When Jimmieboy saw this he knew right away why he had been deserted, but
to this day he doesn't know how he knew it, because at the time this
happened he had not learned how to read. At all events he discovered
what the trouble was instantly, and then he decided that as he had been
left by all of his new friends he would go home. He walked to the front
door and opened it, and what do you suppose it opened into?
The garden?
Not a bit of it.
Into Jimmieboy's nursery itself, and when the door closed upon him after
he had stepped through it into the nursery and Jimmieboy turned to look
at it, lo, and behold it wasn't there!
Nor was the snowman to be found the next morning. It was quite evident
that he had got away from the warm wave that appeared on the scene the
night before, for there wasn't even a sign of the shoe-button eyes or
the battered hat, as there certainly would have been had he melted
instead of run away.