They enlisted
the services of Sam, the stableman, who speedily piled up for them a
heap of snow much higher than their heads.
"Now, chillun, dar am de house," said the colored man. "All yo' hab got
to do is to clear out de insides." And then he went off to his work,
after starting the hole for them.
Flossie wanted to divide the house into three rooms, "dining room,
kitchen, and bedroom," as she said, but Freddie objected.
"'Taint big enough," said the little boy. "Make one big room and call it
ev'rything."
"But we haven't got an _ev'rything_," said Flossie.
"Well, then, call it the parlor," said Freddie. "When it's done we can
put in a carpet and two chairs for us to sit on."
It was hard work for such little hands to dig out the inside of the heap
of snow, but they kept at it, and at last the hole was big enough for
Freddie to crawl into.
"Oh, it's jess _beau_tiful!" he cried, "Try it, Flossie!" And Flossie
did try, and said the house was going to be perfect.
"Only we must have a bay window," she added. "And a curtain, just like
mamma."
They continued to shovel away, and soon Freddie said he could almost
stand up in the house.
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