was quite flat, while one of the pieces of coal that had pretended to be
an eye had dropped out and was resting on his left shoulder.

"Dat _my_ snow man!" announced Trouble, after a look. "Me put him
s'eepin's in Jan's bed!"

"You did?" cried Mother Martin. "Well, it's a good thing you told us,
for I was going to ask Ted if he had done it as a joke."

"No'm, Mother; I didn't do it!" declared Ted.

"And it is the little snow man we helped Trouble make," added Jan, as
she took another look. "I couldn't see good at first 'cause it was so
dark in my room. But it's Trouble's snow man."

"Did you really bring him in and put him to sleep in Jan's bed?" asked
Baby William's father.

"Iss, I did," answered Trouble, still rubbing his eyes. "My snow man not
want to stay out in dark cold all night alone. Big snow man might bite
him. I bringed him in wif my two arms, I did, and I did put him in Jan's
bed, I did. He go s'eepin's."

"Well, he's slept enough for to-night," said Mr. Martin, still laughing.
"Out of the window you go!" he cried, and raising the sash near the head
of Jan's bed he tossed the snow man--or what was left of him--out on the
porch roof.

"Here, Nora!" called Mrs. Martin. "Please take the wet clothes off Jan's
bed so they'll dry. The mattress is wet, too, so she can't sleep on it.
Oh, you're a dear bunch of Trouble!" she cried as she caught Baby
William up in her arms and kissed his sleepy eyes, "but you certainly
made lots of work to-night. What made you put the snow man in Jan's
bed?"

"So him have good s'eepin's. Him very twired an' s'eepy out in de yard.
I bringed him in, I did!"

"Well, don't do it again," said Mr. Martin, and then they all went to
bed, and the snow man--what was left of him--slept out on the roof,
where he very likely felt better than in a warm room, for men made of
snow do not like the heat.

"Well, Trouble, what are you going to do to-day?" asked his father. He
was just finishing his breakfast and Baby William had just started his.

"Trouble goin' make nudder snow man," was the answer.

"Well, if you do, don't put it in my bed," begged Jan, with a laugh.

"Put him in wif Nicknack," went on Trouble.

"Yes, I guess our goat doesn't mind snow, the way he butted into our
house," observed Ted.

"Oh, aren't we going to build another ever?" asked Jan. "It was lots of
fun. Let's make another house, Ted."

"All right, maybe we will after school. It looks maybe as if it would