n the meadows, and made this little house. It's
awful small, but maybe if we curl up and stick our legs under us, we can
get inside out of the storm."

"Maybe we can!" cried Freddie. "Let's try."

The children walked around the pile of snow, looking for the hole, such
as they always left when they built snow houses.

"The front door is closed," said Freddie. "I guess they shut it after
them when they went away."

"Maybe they're inside now," remarked Flossie. "If we knocked maybe they
would let us in. Only it will be awful crowded," and she sighed. She was
very cold and tired, and was worried about being lost. It was no fun,
and she would have been glad to go inside the little snow house, even
though some one else were in it also.

"There's no place to knock," Freddie said, as he looked about on every
side of the round pile of snow. "And there's no door-bell. The next time
I make a snow house, Flossie, I'm going to put a front door-bell on it."

"That'll be nice," his sister said. "But, Freddie, never mind about the
door-bell now. Let's get inside. I'm awful cold!"

"So'm I. And another snowflake just went into my ear. It makes me wiggle
when it melts and runs down inside."

"I like to wiggle," Flossie said. "I'm going to open my ears real wide
and maybe a snowflake will get in mine. Does it feel funny?"

"Terribly funny. But you can't open your ears any wider than they are
now, Flossie. They're wide open all the while--not like your eyes that
you can open and shut part way."

"Maybe I can open my ears wider," Flossie said. "I'm going to try,
anyhow."

She stood still in the snow, wrinkling her forehead and making funny
"snoots" as Freddie called them, trying to widen her ears. But she gave
it up finally.

"I guess I can't get a snowflake to tickle me," she said with a sigh.

"You can have the next one that goes into my ear," offered Freddie. "But
they melt so soon and run down so fast that I don't see how I am going
to get them out."

"Never mind," said Flossie. "I can get a snowflake in my ear when I get
home. Just now let's see if we can't get inside this little house. If
the door is frozen shut, maybe you can find a stick and poke it open.
Look for a stick, Freddie."

"All right, I will," and Freddie began kicking away at the snow around
his feet, hoping to turn up a stick. This he soon did.

"I've found one!" he cried. "Now we can get in and away from the storm.
I'll make a hole in the snow house