happy?

'Yours is a bad illness for a Snow-man!' said the yard-dog. 'I
also suffered from it, but I have got over it. Bow-wow!' he
barked. 'The weather is going to change!' he added.

The weather did change. There came a thaw.

When this set in the Snow-man set off. He did not say anything,
and he did not complain, and those are bad signs.

One morning he broke up altogether. And lo! where he had stood
there remained a broomstick standing upright, round which the
boys had built him!

'Ah! now I understand why he loved the stove,' said the yard-dog.
'That is the raker they use to clean out the stove! The Snow-man
had a stove-raker in his body! That's what was the matter with
him! And now it's all over with him! Bow-wow!'

And before long it was all over with the winter too! 'Bow-wow!'
barked the hoarse yard-dog.

But the young girl sang:

Woods, your bright green garments don!
Willows, your woolly gloves put on!
Lark and cuckoo, daily sing--
February has brought the spring!
My heart joins in your song so sweet;