"There's snow down my neck," said Sunny Boy, wriggling. "But nothing
hurt me. Only the snow man is all gone."

There he lay, that beautiful snow man, in two pieces, several pieces in
fact, for the balls had broken apart when they fell.

"Never mind," said Daddy Horton cheerfully. "You can easily build
another snow man. And the boys will help you, perhaps tomorrow."

"To-morrow is New Year's," announced Oliver Dunlap. "I have to go to
see my grandma. But I can help build a snow man the day after that."

The other boys promised to help build another snow man whenever Sunny
Boy asked them to, and then, as they were going into the house, Mrs.
Baker called to Daddy Horton.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Horton," she said, hurrying out with a scarf tied
over her pretty hair. "My nephew just telephoned to know if he could
take Nelson and Ruth bobsledding on the hill before dinner. They are
at dancing school this afternoon; but I wonder if you wouldn't let
Sunny Boy go. He hasn't had any fun at all to-day. This morning he
came home with Ruth because she was cold and cried, and then this
afternoon the snow man fell on him. My nephew is very careful, and he
would be glad to take all these boys. May I tell him they will meet
him at the Hill? He is on the 'phone now."

"Oh, Daddy, let me go!" cried Sunny Boy. "I never went on a bobsled.
Please, Daddy."