After the snowman was finished Jimmieboy romped about him and shouted in great glee for an hour or more, and then, growing a little weary of the sport, he ran up into his nursery to rest for a little while. He had not been there very long however when he became, for some unknown reason, uneasy about the funny looking creature he had left behind him. Running to the window he looked out to see if the snowman was all right, and he was much surprised to discover that he wasn't there at all. He couldn't have melted, that was certain, for the air was colder than it had been when the snowman was put up. No one could have stolen him because he was too big, and so, well, it certainly was a strange conclusion, but none the less the only one, he must have walked off himself. "It's mighty queer!" thought Jimmieboy. "He was there ten minutes ago." Then he ran down stairs and peered out of the window. At the front of the house no snowman was in sight. Then he went to a side window and looked out. Still no snowman. And then the door-bell rang, and Jimmieboy went to the door and opened it, and, dear me! how he laughed when he saw who it was that had rung the bell, as would also have you, for, honestly, it was no one else than the snowman himself. "What do you want?" asked Jimmieboy. The snowman made a low bow to Jimmieboy, and replied: "I got so weary standing there, I thought I'd ask you for a chair; 'Tis rather cool of me, I know, But coolness in a man of snow Is quite the fashion in these days, And to be stylish always pays." "Won't you come in?" asked Jimmieboy politely. The snowman stared at Jimmieboy with all the power of the shoe-buttons. He was evidently surprised. In a moment or two, however, he recovered and said: "Indeed, I'll enter not that door, I've tried it once or twice before." "What of that?" asked Jimmieboy. "Didn't you like it?" "Oh, yes; I liked it well enough, Although it used me pretty rough; I lost a nose and foot and ear, Last time I happened to come here." "Do you always speak in rhyme?" asked Jimmieboy, noticing the snowman's habit for the first time. "Always, except when I speak in prose," said the snowman. "But perhaps you don't like rhyme?" "Yes, I do like rhyme very much," said Jimmieboy. "Then you like me," said the snowman, "because I'm mostly rime myself. But say, don't stand there with the door open letting all the heat out into the world. If you want to talk to me come outside where we can be comfortable." "Very well," said Jimmieboy. "I'll come, if you'll wait until I bundle up a little so as to keep warm." "All right, I'll wait," the snowman answered, "only don't you get too warm. I'll take you up to where I live and introduce you to my boys if you like--only hurry. If a thaw should set in we might have trouble. "Of all mean things I ever saw The meanest of them is a thaw."