He was inside, shoveling out the snow, while his
twin sister packed what he threw out on the outside, as Sam had told
them to do.
"Where shall I put the bay window?" asked the little boy, presently.
"On this side," answered Flossie, pointing with the shovel she held.
At once Freddie began to dig a hole through the side of the pile of
snow.
"Be careful, or the house will come down!" cried Flossie, all at once,
and hardly had she spoken when down came the whole top of the snow pile
and poor Freddie was buried completely out of sight!
CHAPTER VII
FREDDIE AND FLOSSIE'S SNOW HOUSE
"Freddie! Freddie!" shrieked Flossie, when she saw her twin brother
disappear. "Do come out!"
But Freddie could not come out, and when, after a few seconds he did not
show himself, she ran toward the kitchen door, screaming at the top of
her breath.
"Oh, Dinah! Dinah! Freddie is buried! Freddie is buried!"
"Wot's dat yo' say, Flossie?" demanded the cook, coming to the door.
"Freddie is buried. The ceiling of the snow house came down on him!"
"Gracious sakes alive, chile!" burst out Dinah, and without waiting to
put anything on her head she rushed forth into the garden.
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