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. 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