He looked thoughtfully at it for a moment, then he molded a big stomach below the figure’s waistline.
Jem glanced at me, his eyes twinkling: “Mr. Avery’s sort of shaped like a snowman, ain’t he?”
Jem scooped up some snow and began plastering it on. He permitted me to cover only the back, saving the public parts for himself.
Gradually Mr. Avery turned white. Using bits of wood for eyes, nose, mouth, and buttons, Jem succeeded in making Mr. Avery look cross.
A stick of stovewood completed the picture. Jem stepped back and viewed his creation.
“It’s lovely, Jem,” I said. “Looks almost like he’d talk to you.” “It is, ain’t it?” he said shyly.
We could not wait for Atticus to come home for dinner, but called and said we had a big surprise for him.
He seemed surprised when he saw most of the back yard in the front yard, but he said we had done a jim-dandy job.
“I didn’t know how you were going to do it,” he said to Jem,
“but from now on I’ll never worry about what’ll become of you, son, you’ll always have an idea.”
Jem’s ears reddened from Atticus’s compliment, but he looked up sharply when he saw Atticus stepping back.
Atticus squinted at the snowman a while. He grinned, then laughed.
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