't chase you then."

"Well, I'm not going to throw anything at our nice snow man," decided
Sue, digging away with her little shovel to carve out the legs.

"You don't have to," said Bunny, fairly enough. "I'll do it all, Sue."

"Well," said his sister, with a shake of her head, "you can throw at
your part of the snow man, if you like, but you can't throw at my part!"

"Which--which is your part?" asked Bunny, and he spoke as though greatly
surprised.

"The legs," answered Sue. "I wish you wouldn't throw any snowballs at
the legs, Bunny Brown."

"All right, I won't," he promised kindly. For Bunny was a year older
than his sister, and, at most times, was kind and good to her.

"You can throw at your own part as much as you like," went on Sue, "but
I'm not going to have my part spoiled."

"All right," her brother agreed again. "I'll throw at his nose and high
hat--after I make it--and I won't touch his legs."

This seemed to satisfy Sue, and for some time the children played in the
yard, where the big snow man was being made. He was as large as Sue and
Bunny could build him. First they had rolled a snowball around the yard,
and, as the snow was soft and packed well, the ball grew larger and
larger.

Then, when it was about the size Bunny thought was right, it was left at
the place where the man was to stand.

"Now we have to roll another ball," Bunny had said.

"What for?" asked Sue, who, though she had often seen snow men, had
perhaps forgotten just how they were made.

"This second ball is for his stomach," Bunny said.

"What good is a stomach?" asked Sue. "He can't eat."

"He could maybe eat icicles if he wanted to," Bunny had answered.
"Anyhow, the second snowball has to go on top of the bottom one and make
the body. Then you cut legs out of the bottom snowball. You can cut the
legs, 'cause I'm taller 'n you and I can reach up and make the face."

Sue was digging away with her little shovel at the bottom snowball to
make the man's legs, and Bunny was just finishing the big nose when,
suddenly, a snowball came sailing into the Brown yard and fell with a
thud between Bunny and his sister.

They both started, and Bunny cried:

"Did you throw that, Sue? If you did you mustn't, for 'tisn't time to
start throwing yet!"

"Ha! Ha!" laughed a voice around the corner of the Brown home, and down
the path came running Charlie Star, one of Bunny's playmates, followed
by Helen Newton, a little girl with whom S