of soldiers was marching past."

"And it wasn't any ghost at all!" exclaimed Rose, as the grown folks
turned to go downstairs.

"No, and there never will be," said her mother. "All noises have
something real back of them--even that funny groaning noise we heard."

"But we don't know what that is, yet," said Russ.

"Go to sleep now," urged his mother, and soon the awakened four of the
six little Bunkers were slumbering again.

The next morning they all had a good laugh over the drum and the alarm
clock, and Laddie and Russ had fun making it go off again. The clock was
one that had never kept good time, and so had been tossed away in the
attic, which held so many things with which the children could have fun.

"Want to help us, Rose?" asked Russ after breakfast, when the children
had on their rubber boots, ready to go out and play in the snow.

"What you going to do?" she asked.

"Make a snow man," Russ answered. "We're going to make another big
one--bigger than the one the rain spoiled."

"It'll be lots of fun," added Laddie.

"I'll help," offered Rose.

"Comin', Vi?" asked Laddie.

But Violet, Mun Bun and Margy were going to coast on a little hill which
Dick had made for them, so the three Bunkers began to make the snow man.

As Russ had said, they were going to make a large one. So big balls were
rolled and moulded together, and after a while the pile of white flakes
began to look like a man, with arms sticking out, and big, fat legs on
which to stand.

"Grandpa said we could have one of his old tall silk hats to put on Mr.
White," said Russ. "That will make him look fine."

"Who is Mr. White?" asked Dick, who was passing at that moment.

"The snow man," answered Laddie. "That's what we're going to call him.
'Pleased to meet you, Mr. White!'" he exclaimed with a laugh, as he made
a bow.

Soon Mr. White was finished, with the tall hat and all. There were
pieces of black coal for buttons, while some red flannel made him look
as if he had very red lips. A nose was made of snow, and bits of coal
were his eyes.

"Let's make a Mrs. White!" exclaimed Rose. "And then some little White
children, and we can have a whole family," she added.

"Oh, yes, let's do it!" cried Laddie.

"All right," agreed Russ.

But just as they were going to start to make Mrs. White they heard a cry
from the spot where the other children were coasting.

"Oh, Mun Bun's hurt!" shouted Rose, and, dropping her shovel, she ran
t