I hid behind the greenhouse doors, to see the meaning of this disorder.
Then I heard a sudden shout.

'Brooms, brooms! shovels, shovels!' they cried.

They rushed into the greenhouse: they took whatever they could find; and one boy, who saw me standing idle, pushed me toward the door, crying, 'Here, lazy-bones! take a shovel, take a broom! Get to work, and help us!'-- 'Help you do what ?' said I.'To make the fort and roll snow-balls,' he replied.

'Not I; it is too cold,' I answered.

Then the boys laughed at me.