ooked at the
wreck of the snow house and set up a tremendous roar of dismay.

"Oh, Flossie, it's all spoilt! The bay window an' all!"

"Never mind, Freddie dear," said his mother, taking him. "Be thankful
that you were not suffocated, as Dinah says."

"Yes, but Flossie and me were makin' an _ev'rything_ house, with a
parlor, an' a bay window, an' _ev'rything_. I didn't want it to fall
down." Freddie was still gasping, but now he struggled to the ground.
"Want to build it up again," he added.

"I am afraid you'll get into trouble again, Freddie."

"No, I won't, mamma. Do let us build it up again," pleaded the little
fellow.

"I kin watch dem from de doah," suggested Dinah.

"Let me help them, mamma," put in Nan. "Bert is reading a book, so he
won't want me for a while."

"Very well, Nan, you may stay with them. But all of you be careful,"
said Mrs. Bobbsey.

After that the building of the snow house was started all over again.
The pile of snow was packed down as hard as possible, and Nan made
Flossie and Freddie do the outside work while she crept inside, and cut
around the ceiling and the bay window just as the others wanted. It was
great sport, and when the snow house was finished it was large enough
and strong enough for all of them to enter with safety.

"To-night I'll poah some water ober dat house," said Sam. "Dat will make
de snow as hard as ice." This was done, and the house remained in the
garden until spring came. Later on Bert built an addition to it, which
he called the library, and in this he put a bench and a shelf on which
he placed some old magazines and story papers. In the main part of the
snow house Freddie and Flossie at first placed an old rug and two blocks
of wood for chairs, and a small bench for a table. Then, when Flossie
grew tired of the house, Freddie turned it into a stable, in which he
placed his rocking-horse. Then he brought out his iron fire engine, and
used the place for a fire-house, tying an old dinner bell on a stick,
stuck over the doorway. _Dong! dong!_ would go the bell, and out he
would rush with his little engine and up the garden path, looking for a
fire.

"Let us play you are a reg'lar fireman," said Flossie, on seeing this.
"You must live in the fire-house, and I must be your wife and come to
see you with the baby." And she dressed up in a long skirt and paid him
a visit, with her best doll on her arm. Freddie pretended to be very
glad to see her, and embraced t