Part 27 (2/2)

”Oh, well, maybe they wouldn't have been hurt much,” said Bert.

”Just the same, I think they would be safer on a little hill of their own,” said Mr. Bobbsey. ”Can't you find one for them, Bert?”

”Yes, I guess I could make a hill in the back yard for them.”

”Make a hill? Why, Bert Bobbsey, n.o.body can _make_ a hill!” cried Freddie. ”It just has to _grow_.”

”Well, I think I can make one. Just wait,” was what Bert said.

The next Sat.u.r.day he was busy in the back yard with some boards, a hammer and some nails.

”What are you doing?” asked Freddie, who had gotten up later than usual that morning.

”Making a little hill for you and Flossie.”

”You can't do it,” said Freddie. ”n.o.body can _make_ a hill!”

But he watched what his brother was doing. Bert set some posts in the ground, though it was hard to dig, for the earth was frozen. But the posts did not have to go in very deep. From the top of the posts to the ground Bert next slanted two long boards, bracing them on the under side with shorter posts. Then he made a little platform by nailing boards from the tops of the first two posts to two others which he placed a little back of them.

”Why say, that does begin to look like a hill!” exclaimed Freddie, for the slanting boards were just like a slanting hill of earth. ”Only you can't slide down on that 'cause it hasn't any snow on,” he said.

”Well, it's easy enough to shovel some snow on, and pack it down hard,”

answered Bert. ”You get your shovel and begin.”

Freddie was delighted to do this, and was soon tossing up on the slanting boards shovelful after shovelful of snow. When Bert had finished nailing the platform on top of the posts, which were about seven feet high, he helped Freddie pile on the snow. When Flossie came out, after her brothers had been working for some time, the little girl cried:

”Oh, how did that hill get in our yard?” for by this time all the wood had been covered with the snow Freddie and Bert had piled on.

”Bert _made_ the hill,” said Freddie, proudly. ”I didn't think he could do it, but he did. I thought hills had to grow.”

”It's nice,” said Flossie. ”But how are we going to walk up to the top to slide down?”

The hill Bert had built was steep. He had made it that way as it had to be short, and he wanted the little coasters to get a ”good start.”

”I'll fix it so you can get to the top,” Bert said. He got some boxes and piled them up, like steps. On these Flossie and Freddie could get on the little square platform which was at the top of the wooden hill, now covered with snow. They could pull their sleds up after them.

At the foot of the hill Bert, with Flossie and Freddie to help him, smoothed out the snow all the way across the yard, packing it hard so the sleds would glide over it easily.

”To-night we'll put some water on and let it freeze,” Bert said. ”Then you'll have a dandy hill, all your own, and you'll be in no danger from our big bob.”

”That's fine!” cried Freddie.

”May we slide down it now?” asked Flossie.

”Yes,” Bert told her. She had the first coast. There was only room for one at a time on the hill Bert made, so they had to take turns. Flossie sat on her sled on top of the little platform, and pushed herself off.

Down she went with a whizz, half way across the yard.

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