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. "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.