human
Who did it? asked every one.
gpt
Did Mr. Carter make 'em?
human
Some poor tramp who was once a sculptor made them for you, she told the wondering pupils.
gpt
John, the janitor, tells me that he was here all last night keeping the fires going because he was afraid the pipes would freeze. This poor artist saw the light, and knocked at the door to ask if he might come in and get warm. I'm glad to say John asked him in and shared his midnight lunch with him. Then he took him home to breakfast with him. But first the artist made these snow men to please you, and perhaps to see if his old skill still was left to him.
human
Let us make a snow man in our back yard, proposed Bobby to Meg on the way home from school that afternoon.
gpt
Dot and Twaddles tried it, but there wasn't enough snow then. We can make a good one.