snow on," he said.

"Well, it's easy enough to shovel some snow on, and pack it down hard,"
answered Bert. "You get your shovel and begin."

Freddie was delighted to do this, and was soon tossing up on the
slanting boards shovelful after shovelful of snow. When Bert had
finished nailing the platform on top of the posts, which were about
seven feet high, he helped Freddie pile on the snow. When Flossie came
out, after her brothers had been working for some time, the little girl
cried:

"Oh, how did that hill get in our yard?" for by this time all the wood
had been covered with the snow Freddie and Bert had piled on.

"Bert _made_ the hill," said Freddie, proudly. "I didn't think he could
do it, but he did. I thought hills had to grow."

"It's nice," said Flossie. "But how are we going to walk up to the top
to slide down?"

The hill Bert had built was steep. He had made it that way as it had to
be short, and he wanted the little coasters to get a "good start."

"I'll fix it so you can get to the top," Bert said. He got some boxes
and piled them up, like steps. On these Flossie and Freddie could get on
the little square platform which was at the top of the wooden hill, now
covered with snow. They could pull their sleds up after them.

At the foot of the hill Bert, with Flossie and Freddie to help him,
smoothed out the snow all the way across the yard, packing it hard so
the sleds would glide over it easily.

"To-night we'll put some water on and let it freeze," Bert said. "Then
you'll have a dandy hill, all your own, and you'll be in no danger from
our big bob."

"That's fine!" cried Freddie.

"May we slide down it now?" asked Flossie.

"Yes," Bert told her. She had the first coast. There was only room for
one at a time on the hill Bert made, so they had to take turns. Flossie
sat on her sled on top of the little platform, and pushed herself off.
Down she went with a whizz, half way across the yard.

"Oh, it's fine!" she cried. "I want to coast again!"

"It's Freddie's turn now," said Bert, and down went Freddie.

Then the Bobbsey twins had lots of fun on the "made" hill. They invited
Johnnie Wilson and Alice Boyd over to coast with them, and the four
little ones had a grand time.

"And they are in no danger, that is the nicest part of it," Mrs. Bobbsey
said. "I don't have to worry about them now. I'm so glad you built the
hill, Bert."

"I'm going to build something else," said Bert.

"What?" asked