"Gib me dat
shovel quick! He'll be stuffocated fo' yo' know it."
[Illustration: "DAT CHILE DUN GWINE AN' BURIED HIMSELF ALIVE."--P.
53.]
She began to dig away at the pile of snow, and presently uncovered one
of Freddie's lower limbs. Then she dropped the shovel and tugged away at
the limb and presently brought Freddie to view, just as Mrs. Bobbsey and
Nan appeared on the scene.
"What in the world is the matter?" questioned Mrs. Bobbsey, in alarm.
"Dat chile dun gwine an' buried himself alive," responded the colored
cook. "De roof of de snow house cabed in on him, pooh dear! He's 'most
stuffocated!"
In the meantime Freddie was gasping for breath. Then he looked at the
wreck of the snow house and set up a tremendous roar of dismay.
"Oh, Flossie, it's all spoilt! The bay window an' all!"
"Never mind, Freddie dear," said his mother, taking him. "Be thankful
that you were not suffocated, as Dinah says."
"Yes, but Flossie and me were makin' an _ev'rything_ house, with a
parlor, an' a bay window, an' _ev'rything_. I didn't want it to fall
down." Freddie was still gasping, but now he struggled to the ground.
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