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+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="400" height="628" alt="Cover" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h1 class="booktitle">PETER AND POLLY IN WINTER</h1>
+
+<p class="h2">BY ROSE LUCIA</p>
+
+<p class="h5">Formerly Principal of the Primary School<br />
+Montpelier, Vermont<br />
+<br />
+<i>Author of "Peter and Polly in Spring," "Peter and Polly in
+Summer," and "Peter and Polly in Autumn."</i></p>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/illus001.jpg" width="100" height="97" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="h2">AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY</p>
+
+<p class="h4">NEW YORK<br />
+CINCINNATI<br />
+CHICAGO<br />
+BOSTON<br />
+ATLANTA</p>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="h6"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1914, by</span><br />
+ROSE LUCIA.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="smcap">Copyright, 1914, in Great Britain.</span><br />
+<br />
+PETER AND POLLY IN WINTER.<br />
+<br />
+E. P. 21</p>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="h5">To<br />
+C. M. G.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/illus004f.jpg">
+<img src="images/illus004.jpg" width="600" height="375" alt="Frontispiece      MAP"
+title="select for larger image" />
+</a>
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">Frontispiece      MAP</p>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="h3">CONTENTS</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum">[5]</span></p>
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents">
+  <tr>
+    <td>&nbsp;</td>
+    <td class="tdrfirst">Page</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#PETER_AND_POLLY">Peter And Polly</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">7</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_BIRDS_GAME_OF_TAG">The Birds' Game Of Tag</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">10</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_STONE-WALL_POST_OFFICE">The Stone-wall Post Office</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">14</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#PLAYING_IN_THE_LEAVES">Playing In The Leaves</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">18</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#HOW_THE_LEAVES_CAME_DOWN1">How The Leaves Came Down</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">21</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_BONFIRE">The Bonfire</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">24</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_HEN_THAT_HELPED_PETER">The Hen That Helped Peter</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">28</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_FIRST_ICE">The First Ice</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">32</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_THREE_GUESSES">The Three Guesses</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">36</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_FIRST_SNOWSTORM">The First Snowstorm</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">41</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_STAR_SNOWFLAKE">The Star Snowflake</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">45</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#HOW_PETER_HELPED_GRANDMOTHER">How Peter Helped Grandmother</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">48</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_SNOW_MAN">The Snow Man</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">48</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#PETERS_DREAM">Peter's Dream</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">56</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#CUTTING_THE_CHRISTMAS_TREE">Cutting The Christmas Tree</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">61</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_GIVE-AWAY_BOX">The Give-away Box</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">65</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#CHRISTMAS_MORNING">Christmas Morning</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">70</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_SNOW_HOUSE">The Snow House</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">75</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_FALL_OF_THE_IGLOO">The Fall Of The Igloo</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">80</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#PULLING_PETERS_TOOTH">Pulling Peter's Tooth</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">84</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#DRIVING_WITH_FATHER">Driving With Father</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">88</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_STAG">The Stag</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">92</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#POLLYS_BIRD_PARTY">Polly's Bird Party</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">97</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_NEW_SLED">The New Sled</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">102</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#BROWNIE">Brownie</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">106</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#DISH-PAN_SLEDS">Dish-pan Sleds</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">111</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#CAT_AND_COPY-CAT">Cat And Copy-cat</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">117</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#POLLYS_SNOWSHOES">Polly's Snowshoes</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">121</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_WOODS_IN_WINTER">The Woods In Winter</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">126</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_WINTER_PICNIC">The Winter Picnic</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">131</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#THE_SEWING_LESSON">The Sewing Lesson</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">136</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#FISHING_THROUGH_THE_ICE">Fishing Through The Ice</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">139</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#MAKING_MOLASSES_CANDY">Making Molasses Candy</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">144</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#GRANDMOTHERS_BIRTHDAY_PARTY">Grandmother's Birthday Party</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">150</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tdlsc"><a href="#AROUND_THE_OPEN_FIRE">Around The Open Fire</a></td>
+    <td class="tdr">157</td>
+  </tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<div class="children">
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<h2>PETER AND POLLY IN WINTER</h2>
+
+<span class="pagenum">[7]</span>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<img src="images/illus007.jpg" width="400" height="312" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="PETER_AND_POLLY">PETER AND POLLY</h2>
+
+<p>Peter Howe is a little boy. Polly is his
+sister. She is older than Peter.</p>
+
+<p>They live in a white house. The house
+is on a hill. It is not in the city. It is
+in the country.<span class="pagenum">[8]</span></p>
+
+<p>There are no houses close about it.
+But there are trees and fields around it.</p>
+
+<p>In summer these fields are green. In
+winter the snow covers them.</p>
+
+<p>The fields and the hills are as white as
+the house. Then there is fun playing in
+the snow.</p>
+
+<p>Peter likes to watch the snowflakes. He
+calls them "white butterflies." But he
+knows what they are.</p>
+
+<p>His friend, the Story Lady, told him.
+They are just frozen clouds.</p>
+
+<p>Peter said to her, "I think they are
+prettier than raindrops. They can sail
+about in the air, too. Raindrops cannot.
+I like winter better than summer."</p>
+
+<p>"It will be winter soon, Peter," said the
+Story Lady. "But many things must
+happen first.</p>
+
+<p>"The birds must fly away. The leaves
+must turn red and yellow. Then they
+will fall and you can rake them into heaps.
+We will go to the woods for nuts.</p>
+
+<p>"All these things will happen before
+winter comes."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Peter. "And my grandmother
+must knit me some thick stockings.<span class="pagenum">[9]</span>
+And my father must buy me a
+winter coat. Grandmother must knit some
+stockings for Wag-wag, too."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus009.jpg" width="396" height="266" alt="" />
+
+<p>"But Wag-wag is a dog, Peter. Dogs
+do not need stockings."</p>
+
+<p>"My dog does," said Peter. "He needs
+a coat, too. His hair is short. It will
+not keep him warm. I shall ask father
+to buy him a coat."</p>
+
+<p>"Do, Peter," said the Story Lady. "It
+is good to be kind to dogs. And when
+Wag-wag wears his coat and stockings,
+bring him to see me. I will take his picture."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[10]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus010.jpg" width="394" height="110" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_BIRDS_GAME_OF_TAG">THE BIRDS' GAME OF TAG</h2>
+
+<p>It is fall. Summer is really over. But
+it is still warm. Jack Frost has not yet
+begun his work.</p>
+
+<p>Peter and Polly have been watching the
+birds. For days they have seen great
+flocks of them. In the summer there were
+not so many together.</p>
+
+<p>One day they saw several robins. These
+were flying from tree to tree.</p>
+
+<p>Peter said, "I know they are having a
+party. They are playing tag."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps they are," said his father.
+"Perhaps each bird is telling something to
+the bird he tags."</p>
+
+<p>"What is he telling?" asked Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"I think he is saying, 'Brother bird,
+don't you know that winter is coming?
+Soon the snow will be here. What shall
+we do then?</p>
+
+<p>"'We cannot get food. We shall freeze.<span class="pagenum">[11]</span>
+Come, let us fly away to the South. It
+is warm there.'"</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus011.jpg" width="388" height="442" alt="" />
+
+<p>"What does brother bird say?" asked
+Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"I think brother bird says, 'It is a long
+way to the South. It will take many days
+and nights to fly there.</p>
+
+<p>"'Are our children's wings yet strong<span class="pagenum">[12]</span>
+enough? I do not like to go. But I know
+that we must.'"</p>
+
+<p>"Doesn't he like to go, truly?" asked
+Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"We do not know, Peter. The robins
+make their nests here. They lay their blue
+eggs here. They hatch their little birds
+here. They never do this in the South.</p>
+
+<p>"Besides, they sing their beautiful songs
+here. They never sing them in the South.
+We like to think that they love the North
+better. But, of course, we do not know."</p>
+
+<p>"How can they find their way back?"
+asked Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"We do not know that, either, Polly.
+Many birds fly in the nighttime. Then
+they rest a part of the day."</p>
+
+<p>"I couldn't find my way in the dark,"
+said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"But the birds can," said father. "We
+do not know how. The winter home of
+some of our birds is thousands of miles
+from here."</p>
+
+<p>"I like to watch the swallows," said Polly.
+"They sit in a line on a telephone wire.
+Then one flies to another wire. In a minute
+they all fly, too.<span class="pagenum">[13]</span></p>
+
+<p>"I think that they are talking about going
+away soon. I hope they will not get
+lost."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said father. "They will soon be
+gone. But perhaps some of these very birds
+will come back here next summer."</p>
+
+<p>"I wish we could know them," said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"We shall have a few birds left this
+winter," said father. "You know some of
+them. You know the chick-a-dees and the
+woodpeckers. And this winter I shall show
+you others."</p>
+
+<p>"May we hunt for nests and eggs, father?"
+asked Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"We may hunt, Peter, but we won't find
+any eggs in winter. We shall find other
+things. Perhaps we shall find the white-footed
+mouse. He sometimes makes his
+home in an old bird's nest."</p>
+
+<p>"Can a mouse climb trees, father? If
+he lives in a bird's nest, does he lay bird's
+eggs?"</p>
+
+<p>"He can climb trees, Peter. But he cannot
+lay eggs. We will see if we can find
+Mr. White-foot some day.</p>
+
+<p>"But first we will watch the birds fly
+away and the snow come."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[14]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus014.jpg" width="398" height="169" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_STONE-WALL_POST_OFFICE">THE STONE-WALL POST OFFICE</h2>
+
+<p>Around Peter's house is a beautiful field.
+This is Mr. Howe's hayfield. You can find
+it on the map in the front of this book.</p>
+
+<p>The children like this field. All the year
+round, it is a pleasant place.</p>
+
+<p>In the spring they find blue violets here.
+In the summer they watch the birds that
+make nests in the tall grass. In the winter
+they slide here on the crust.</p>
+
+<p>At the farther side of the field, there are
+some trees. These are butternut trees. In
+front of the trees is a stone wall.</p>
+
+<p>Peter and Polly like to play by this
+wall. Sometimes they play that it is a
+post office.</p>
+
+<p>The holes in the wall are the boxes.
+There is a box for every one in the village.
+Peter has more than one box; so has Polly.<span class="pagenum">[15]</span></p>
+
+<p>The children take turns being the postmaster.
+If Peter is the postmaster, Polly
+calls for the mail.</p>
+
+<p>The real post office is in their father's
+store. So they have often seen Mr. Howe
+put the mail into the boxes.</p>
+
+<p>They use little sticks for the post cards.
+Leaves are the letters. Stones are the
+packages. Sometimes the boxes are full
+of mail&mdash;especially
+Peter's and Polly's.</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus015a.jpg" width="208" height="159" alt="" class="splitr" />
+<img src="images/illus015b.jpg" width="390" height="272" alt="" class="splitr" />
+
+<p>Often they play
+that it is Christmas
+time. Then the
+boxes are full of<span class="pagenum">[16]</span>
+packages. It is fun to guess what is in
+each package.</p>
+
+<p>One day Peter said, "There is a knife in
+this package. I like it. There is a hammer
+in this package. I will build a house with it.</p>
+
+<p>"There is a game in this package. Will
+you play it with me, Polly? And, O Polly!
+There is a pony in this package! That is
+what I wish for most of all."</p>
+
+<p>"But, Peter, a pony is too big to be in
+your post-office box. It would not come
+by mail."</p>
+
+<p>"Then Santa Claus will bring it," said
+Peter. "If I get it, I do not care how it
+comes."</p>
+
+<p>One day the children saw that the butternuts
+were falling.</p>
+
+<p>Polly said, "Let's pick up all we can.
+We will put them in our post-office boxes.
+When they are full, we will bring your
+cart. Then we can take the nuts home.
+We will crack them next winter."</p>
+
+<p>So they filled the boxes with nuts. The
+nuts were still green. The children stained
+their hands with them.</p>
+
+<p>While they were playing with the nuts,
+they saw two squirrels. These sat in the<span class="pagenum">[17]</span>
+trees above them. They watched Peter and
+Polly with their bright eyes, and scolded
+them a great deal.</p>
+
+<p>"They want our nuts," said Polly. "But
+we have put them into our post-office boxes.
+We will keep them."</p>
+
+<p>The next day the children went for their
+nuts. They took Peter's cart with them.
+What do you think they found?</p>
+
+<p>Why, they found their boxes empty! The
+nuts were all gone!</p>
+
+<p>"Some one bad has been here," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>Polly laughed. "You always say that,
+Peter. I think it was those squirrels. And
+I don't care, because they need the nuts to
+eat this winter."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't care, either," said Peter. "I
+think we forgot to lock our boxes."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps we did," said Polly. "But I
+guess the squirrels thought the boxes were
+theirs. When they called for their mail,
+they found the boxes full. How pleased
+they must have been! Let's pick up more
+nuts for them."</p>
+
+<p>So the children again filled the post-office
+boxes with nuts. Then they went home
+and left them for the squirrels.</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[18]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus018.jpg" width="394" height="128" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="PLAYING_IN_THE_LEAVES">PLAYING IN THE LEAVES</h2>
+
+<p>One day Peter saw something that
+pleased him. It was a branch of red leaves
+on a maple tree.</p>
+
+<p>He said to mother, "It will be winter
+soon."</p>
+
+<p>"Why do you think so, Peter?"</p>
+
+<p>"I have seen red leaves," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"But, Peter, a few red leaves do not
+count. There are red leaves in the summer.
+You must watch until you see many red,
+yellow, and brown leaves."</p>
+
+<p>"What makes the leaves red and yellow,
+mother? Is it magic?" asked Peter. "Can
+you do it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps it is a kind of magic, Peter. It
+is like the clouds turning into snow. I cannot
+do that."</p>
+
+<p>Then Peter watched for all the trees to
+turn. At last they were bright with colors.<span class="pagenum">[19]</span></p>
+
+<p>The maples were red and yellow; the
+oaks a deep red. The beeches were a bright
+yellow.</p>
+
+<p>Even the elm trees in front of the house
+were yellow. Now Polly liked more than
+ever to swing. The swing took her way up
+among the yellow leaves.</p>
+
+<p>Then, one day, the leaves began to fall.
+Down they came, a few at a time. The next
+day more fell, and the next and the next.</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus019.jpg" width="398" height="220" alt="" />
+
+<p>Polly said, "They are prettier than the
+snowflakes. The snow is white. These
+have lovely colors. See them flying through
+the air."</p>
+
+<p>At last most of the trees were bare. The
+leaves lay on the ground.</p>
+
+<p>Then Peter said, "Oh, the poor trees!<span class="pagenum">[20]</span>
+They haven't any clothes on. I am so
+sorry."</p>
+
+<p>Polly said, "The leaves are not clothes.
+They are children. Now they have gone to
+bed. The snow is their blanket. When it
+comes, it will keep them warm. If we
+leave them alone, they will sleep all winter.
+I learned it in a poem."</p>
+
+<p>"They cannot go to sleep yet," said Peter.
+"I shall not let them. I shall wake them
+up."</p>
+
+<p>"How will you do that?" asked Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall run in them. That will keep
+them awake. I shall do it now. Come
+on! See if you can make as much noise as
+I can."</p>
+
+<p>After a while the children raked the leaves
+into large heaps. Then they jumped in the
+heaps. This scattered the leaves. But the
+children did not care. They raked them up
+again.</p>
+
+<p>Once Peter jumped where the leaves were
+not very deep. He came to the ground with
+a bang. He was surprised. But he was
+not much hurt.</p>
+
+<p>He said to mother, "My teeth shut with a
+noise when I went down."<span class="pagenum">[21]</span></p>
+
+<p>Mother said, "It is lucky that your tongue
+was not in the way. You would have bitten
+it badly."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus021.jpg" width="400" height="270" alt="" />
+
+<p>"Come in now, both of you. You must
+wash your hands and faces. Father will be
+home soon. You may play in the leaves to-morrow."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<h2 id="HOW_THE_LEAVES_CAME_DOWN1">HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN<a id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></h2>
+
+<div class="reduce">
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll tell you how the leaves came down.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The great Tree to his children said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"You're getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yes, very sleepy, little Red;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It is quite time you went to bed."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum">[22]</span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ah!" begged each silly, pouting leaf,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Let us a little longer stay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dear Father Tree, behold our grief;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis such a very pleasant day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We do not want to go away."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So, just for one more merry day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the great Tree the leaflets clung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frolicked and danced and had their way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the autumn breezes swung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whispering all their sports among,&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Perhaps the great Tree will forget,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And let us stay until the spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If we all beg and coax and fret."<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But the great Tree did no such thing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He smiled to hear their whispering.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<img src="images/illus022.jpg" width="400" height="227" alt="" />
+<span class="pagenum">[23]</span>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come, children, all to bed," he cried;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ere the leaves could urge their prayer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He shook his head, and far and wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fluttering and rustling everywhere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Down sped the leaflets through the air.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I saw them; on the ground they lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Golden and red, a huddled swarm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waiting till one from far away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">White bedclothes heaped upon her arm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Should come to wrap them safe and warm.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The great bare Tree looked down and smiled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Good night, dear little leaves," he said.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And from below, each sleepy child<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Replied, "Good night," and murmured,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"It is so nice to go to bed!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&mdash;<span class="smcap">Susan Coolidge</span>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Copyright, 1889, by Roberts Brothers.</p></div>
+
+<img src="images/illus023.jpg" width="392" height="227" alt="" />
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[24]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus024.jpg" width="398" height="164" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_BONFIRE">THE BONFIRE</h2>
+
+<p>The next day father said, "Peter and
+Polly, will you work for me? I wish to buy
+your leaves. I will give you a cent for
+three loads."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, goody, goody!" said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, goody, goody!" said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"You must put the leaves in a pile in the
+garden. I will show you where."</p>
+
+<p>"What will you do with them, father?"
+asked Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"You will see to-night, if you are good
+workmen."</p>
+
+<p>In the night the wind had blown the
+leaves about. So the children raked them
+up once more.</p>
+
+<p>Then they filled the big basket full.<span class="pagenum">[25]</span>
+They packed in the leaves as hard as they
+could.</p>
+
+<p>"That is to give good measure," said
+Polly. "Father always gives good measure
+at his store. So you and I must, too."</p>
+
+<p>Every time they took a basketful to the
+garden, Polly made a mark on a piece of
+paper.</p>
+
+<p>At last the yard was raked clean. They
+had taken to the garden twenty-nine loads.
+They had worked nearly all day.</p>
+
+<p>At supper father said, "You are good
+workmen, chicks. Our yard looks very
+clean. It is ready for winter.</p>
+
+<p>"You piled the leaves carefully in the
+garden, too. Now, how much do I owe
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>"We took twenty-nine loads, father,"
+said Polly. "I wish there had been one
+more to make thirty."</p>
+
+<p>"Why do you wish that, Polly?"</p>
+
+<p>"Because three goes in thirty better than
+in twenty-nine."</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said father, "we will call it thirty
+loads, Polly. I saw you packing the leaves
+into the basket very hard.</p>
+
+<p>"You are honest workmen to give me<span class="pagenum">[26]</span>
+such good measure. Now, Polly, three goes
+in thirty how many times?"</p>
+
+<p>"Ten times, father. So you owe us ten
+cents. We shall each have five cents."</p>
+
+<p>"Very good, Polly. Here is your money.
+I have a surprise for you. Put on your
+coats and come to the garden. Mother will
+come, too."</p>
+
+<p>In the garden they found father beside
+the pile of leaves. He had thrown many
+things upon it.</p>
+
+<p>He said, "I came home early and cleaned
+up the garden. Now, what shall we do
+with all this stuff?"</p>
+
+<p>"Burn it, burn it!" shouted both children
+at once. "A bonfire, a bonfire!"</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," said father. "You may burn
+it. Here is a match for you, Polly. And
+here is one for you, Peter. Light your fire."</p>
+
+<p>Polly and Peter lighted the great heap.
+Soon the red flames were leaping up. They
+made the garden bright. Farther away from
+the fire it was very dark.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, see, see, mother!" cried Polly.
+"The flames are as pretty as the red and
+yellow leaves. Have they taken the color
+from the leaves? How hot they are!"<span class="pagenum">[27]</span></p>
+
+<img src="images/illus027.jpg" width="386" height="554" alt="The children danced around the fire until
+it died down. Then mother took them into the house. It was bedtime." />
+
+<p class="caption">The children danced around the fire until
+it died down. Then mother took them into the house. It was bedtime.</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[28]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus028.jpg" width="398" height="291" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_HEN_THAT_HELPED_PETER">THE HEN THAT HELPED PETER</h2>
+
+<p>Peter is a nice little boy. But he can be
+very naughty. Mother and father know
+this. Grandmother Howe and Polly know
+it, too.</p>
+
+<p>You see, Peter always wishes his own
+way. And you know this is not good for
+little boys and little girls.</p>
+
+<p>Peter cannot have cake between his meals.
+He may always have milk to drink. Sometimes
+he may have bread and jelly, or bread
+and sugar.</p>
+
+<p>He likes this very much. But he does not<span class="pagenum">[29]</span>
+like the crusts of the bread. So he used to
+eat only the soft part. The crusts he threw
+away.</p>
+
+<p>But at the table he could not throw
+them away.</p>
+
+<p>Then he put them under the edge of his
+plate. You know how.</p>
+
+<p>When mother took the plate, there would
+be a crust on the table. It did not look very
+well.</p>
+
+<p>One day father said, "Peter, you are a
+big boy now. You are nearly five years
+old. You are old enough to eat your crusts.</p>
+
+<p>"I will give you a week in which to learn
+how. After that, I shall not expect to see
+any more crusts on the table."</p>
+
+<p>Peter knew that, when his father spoke so,
+he meant what he said. But the little boy
+thought he would not eat his crusts until he
+had to do so.</p>
+
+<p>He said to himself, "In a week I will begin
+to eat them all up. But now I will still
+put them under my plate."</p>
+
+<p>So, every day when his plate was taken
+away, there were the crusts. Peter did not
+see his father look at them. And his father
+said nothing more about them.<span class="pagenum">[30]</span></p>
+
+<p>By and by Peter began to think that his
+father had forgotten.</p>
+
+<p>So, when the week was over, he said to
+himself, "I am sure that my father has forgotten.
+I am going to keep on leaving my
+crusts."</p>
+
+<p>But his father had not forgotten. He was
+just waiting to see if Peter would obey.</p>
+
+<p>That noon he saw that Peter had left a
+crust.</p>
+
+<p>He said, "My son, you have not learned
+to eat your crusts. And you have not
+learned to obey. I must teach you."</p>
+
+<p>Then Peter was more naughty still. He
+said, "I do not like old crust. I will throw
+old crust away. Then I cannot eat it."</p>
+
+<p>He picked up the crust and jumped down
+from his chair.</p>
+
+<p>His father called, "Peter!"</p>
+
+<p>But Peter did not stop. He ran to the
+door and threw the crust out upon the
+grass.</p>
+
+<p>His father went after him. "You may
+pick up your crust, Peter," said he.</p>
+
+<p>This time Peter started to obey. He knew
+that he had been very naughty. But, before
+he could get to the crust, an old hen<span class="pagenum">[31]</span>
+ran up. She snatched it in her bill and off
+she went.</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus031.jpg" width="392" height="286" alt="" />
+
+<p>Peter looked at his father. He was not
+sure what his father would do. He almost
+wished the hen had not taken the crust.</p>
+
+<p>Father only laughed. He said, "That old
+hen is a friend of yours, Peter. If it had not
+been for her, you would have eaten that
+crust."</p>
+
+<p>"I know it," said Peter. "And, father, I
+am sorry. I do not like to be naughty. I
+will be good. I will eat my crusts now to
+please you."</p>
+
+<p>And after this he did.</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[32]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus032.jpg" width="400" height="121" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_FIRST_ICE">THE FIRST ICE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Water now has turned to stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stone that I can walk upon."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>One morning mother said, "Polly, will
+you go to the store for me? I need a can
+of corn. We must have it for dinner."</p>
+
+<p>"May Peter go, too, mother?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, Peter may go, if he wishes.
+Run and find him."</p>
+
+<p>Now Polly and Peter liked to go to the
+store. It belonged to their father. Sometimes
+they helped him unpack goods.
+Sometimes they sat still and watched the
+customers.</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes he let them play keeping store.
+Once Polly had really sold some candy to
+another little girl.</p>
+
+<p>But to-day they could not stay to play.
+They must get the can of corn for mother,
+and come home.<span class="pagenum">[33]</span></p>
+
+<p>They went down the hill. At the railroad
+tracks they stopped. They looked for
+a train. They saw none, so they ran across
+the tracks.</p>
+
+<p>Then they came to the bridge. You can
+find it on the map in the front of this book.</p>
+
+<p>They stopped to look over the rail at the
+water, far below.</p>
+
+<p>"O Polly!" said Peter. "What is on
+the water?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, it is ice, Peter. The top of the
+water is frozen. See, the ice goes nearly
+across the river."</p>
+
+<p>"Ice, ice!" shouted Peter. "Now winter
+is almost here. The leaves have gone. The
+ice has come. Let's run and tell father."</p>
+
+<p>The children ran to the store.</p>
+
+<p>"Father, father," called Peter, "we have
+seen ice!"</p>
+
+<p>"So have I," said father. "Where did
+you see it?"</p>
+
+<p>"We saw it from the bridge. The river
+is frozen at the sides. It is not frozen in
+the middle."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said father. "It freezes first at
+the edges, because the water flows more
+slowly there. In the middle it flows faster.<span class="pagenum">[34]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Every cold night that ice will grow. It
+will soon cover the middle of the river, too.
+And at the same time it will grow thicker."</p>
+
+<p>"By and by it will be so thick that we
+can walk upon it. Then it is time to learn
+to skate. Perhaps you can learn this winter."</p>
+
+<p>"When the ice is thick enough, men cut it
+into blocks. What will they do with them?"</p>
+
+<p>"Make houses of them," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"O Peter, we are not Eskimos," said Polly.
+"I know, father. They will put the ice into
+big ice houses. They will keep it to use in
+the hot summer. I saw them doing it last
+winter."</p>
+
+<p>"Right, Polly. That is where our ice
+comes from in the summer."</p>
+
+<p>"Does all the water in the river freeze,
+father? Where do the fishes go? Are
+they in the ice?"</p>
+
+<p>"The ice is lighter than the water, Peter.
+So it stays on top of the water. The bottom
+of our river does not freeze. The fishes
+are there. They do not mind the cold as
+we do.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you come to the store just to tell
+me about the ice, chicks?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, father," said Polly. "We came for<span class="pagenum">[35]</span>
+a can of corn. We saw the ice when we
+were on the bridge."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus035.jpg" width="394" height="213" alt="" />
+
+<p>"Then here is the corn. Take it to
+mother and tell her about the ice."</p>
+
+<p>Off went the children. When they came
+to the bridge, Peter dropped some small
+stones on the ice. But it did not break.</p>
+
+<p>"It must be thick now, Polly," said he.
+"I wish we could skate."</p>
+
+<p>"We weigh more than those stones do,
+Peter. I think the cold will have to make
+the ice grow more before father will let us.
+And, anyway, we have no skates."</p>
+
+<p>"Let's tell mother about that, too, Polly.
+Perhaps she knows where there are some."</p>
+
+<p>So Peter and Polly hurried up the hill to
+find their mother.</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[36]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus036.jpg" width="398" height="127" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_THREE_GUESSES">THE THREE GUESSES</h2>
+
+<p>"Polly and Peter," said Mr. Howe, "I
+have something for you. It is something
+to use in the winter, and not in the summer.
+You may have three guesses."</p>
+
+<p>"It can't be a sled," said Polly, "for we
+have sleds."</p>
+
+<p>"It can't be a coat," said Peter, "for we
+have coats."</p>
+
+<p>"And we have mittens and leggings and
+overshoes, too," said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"It might be my pony," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Polly. "It couldn't be, Peter.
+We can use a pony in the summer. Let's
+not guess that."</p>
+
+<p>"Is it good to eat, father?" asked Peter.
+"I am hungry now."</p>
+
+<p>"No, Peter. And there are four of them;
+two for each of you. They are hard and
+shiny."</p>
+
+<p>"Guns, guns!" shouted Peter.<span class="pagenum">[37]</span></p>
+
+<p>"One guess is gone, Peter. What would
+you do with two guns?"</p>
+
+<p>"Are they for us to wear, father?" asked
+Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Polly, but not all the time. You
+cannot wear them in the house."</p>
+
+<p>"Then I know what they are, father. If
+there are two for each of us, that is one for
+each foot. Can't you guess now, Peter?"</p>
+
+<p>"Rubber boots," shouted Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"I think it is skates, father. And I am
+glad. I have wished for some ever since
+we saw the ice."</p>
+
+<p>"You have made a good guess, Polly.
+Bring me the box that is in the hall."</p>
+
+<p>Out of the box Mr. Howe took two pairs
+of shining new skates.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, goody, goody!" cried both children,
+when they saw what was in the box.</p>
+
+<p>"We will go skating now," said father.
+"Then we can try them."</p>
+
+<p>At the edge of the river he stopped. He
+put on the children's skates. Then he put
+on his own.</p>
+
+<p>"I will show you how to do it," he said.
+"Then I will help you just a little."</p>
+
+<p>He showed them how to strike out, first<span class="pagenum">[38]</span></p>
+
+<img src="images/illus038a.jpg" width="396" height="290" alt="" />
+
+<p>with one foot and then with the other. His
+tracks looked like this:</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus038b.jpg" width="396" height="64" alt="" />
+
+<p>Then Polly tried, but her tracks looked
+like this:</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus038c.jpg" width="400" height="65" alt="" />
+
+<p>"That is not the way, Polly," said her
+father. "You are skating with your right
+foot. But you are only pushing with your
+left. You must skate with both. Watch
+me again."<span class="pagenum">[39]</span></p>
+
+<p>Then Peter tried. His tracks looked like
+this:</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus039a.jpg" width="396" height="59" alt="" />
+
+<p>The cross marks the place where Peter
+fell down. But he did not care. He got
+up and tried again.</p>
+
+<p>Polly was doing better. So her father
+took hold of her and helped her a little.</p>
+
+<p>He said, "I wish you to learn alone.
+Then you will be a good skater. If I help
+you all the time, you will never be able to
+skate alone."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus039b.jpg" width="400" height="310" alt="" />
+<span class="pagenum">[40]</span>
+
+<p>Polly said, "That is what my teacher
+tells us. She says, 'I will show you how
+to do it. And I will help you a little. Then
+you must try for yourself.'"</p>
+
+<p>"That is good," said father. "You must
+learn to do things alone. Your teacher and
+your father will not always be near."</p>
+
+<p>Soon the skates were taken off. "We
+must not stay too long the first time," said
+father. "You may come again to-morrow.
+You may skate every day until the snow
+comes."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, may we, father, may we?" cried
+Peter and Polly, jumping up and down.
+"And when the snow comes, we can sweep
+it off the ice."</p>
+
+<p>"Maybe I shall not wish for any snow
+now," said Peter. "Maybe I like skating
+better."</p>
+
+<p>"You will get the snow just the same,
+my son," said father. "So you may as well
+wish for it. It is sure to come."</p>
+
+<p>"Now, good-by. We have all had a good
+time. Take my skates home with you and
+dry them when you dry yours. Then they
+will not rust. We will bring mother the
+next time we come."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[41]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus041.jpg" width="398" height="271" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_FIRST_SNOWSTORM">THE FIRST SNOWSTORM</h2>
+
+<p>One morning mother called to Peter,
+"Wake up, Peter! Look out of your
+window. Winter has come."</p>
+
+<p>Peter had been dreaming about a big
+snow man who chased him. He jumped out
+of bed and said, "You didn't get me that
+time, old snow man. I woke up too soon."</p>
+
+<p>He ran to the window. The ground was
+white. The trees were white. The air
+was full of the white butterflies that Peter
+likes so well.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Oh!" he shouted. "I must go out
+to play! I must go out to play!"</p>
+
+<p>"Not until you are dressed, Peter," said
+mother. "Then you must have breakfast.
+After that you may go out."<span class="pagenum">[42]</span></p>
+
+<p>At breakfast father said, "It has snowed
+a foot since dark yesterday. How many
+inches is that, Polly?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is twelve inches, father. Do you think
+this snow has come to stay? Or will it
+melt away?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think that it will stay, Polly. It is
+time for sleighing."</p>
+
+<p>Peter and Polly put on their coats and
+caps, their leggings, overshoes, and mittens.
+Then they were ready to go out.</p>
+
+<p>At first Peter ran about in the yard. He
+kicked up the snow as he ran. It flew all
+over him.</p>
+
+<p>"Polly, Polly!" he called. "I am a snow
+man now. I shall chase you as the one in
+my dream chased me."</p>
+
+<p>He ran after her. Just as he caught her,
+she slipped. Down they both went. They
+were covered from head to foot with snow.</p>
+
+<p>"Now we are both snow men," said Polly.
+"Let's go and shake the little trees."</p>
+
+<p>These were two fir trees. They were at
+the side of the house. Polly took hold of
+the end of a low branch. Peter stood under
+the tree, while Polly shook it. Down came
+a shower of snow.<span class="pagenum">[43]</span></p>
+
+<p>Then Polly stood under the other, while
+Peter shook that. Down came another
+shower of snow. Some of this went
+into Polly's neck. But Polly did not
+care.</p>
+
+<p>"Now we will show grandmother how
+white we are," she said.</p>
+
+<p>Grandmother heard them coming. She
+went out on the piazza.</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus043.jpg" width="398" height="420" alt="" />
+<span class="pagenum">[44]</span>
+
+<p>She said, "I see two snow men. I cannot
+ask them in. Snow men would melt
+near the fire. Then they would be nothing
+but water."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, grandmother, they would be
+Peter and Polly," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Peter! Why, Polly! Is this
+really you? I have no spectacles on, this
+morning. Where are your sleds?"</p>
+
+<p>"In the barn, in the barn!" shouted Peter.
+"We could not wait for them."</p>
+
+<p>"See the posts of your fence, grandmother,"
+said Polly. "They all have on
+tall white caps."</p>
+
+<p>"So they have, Polly. And how clean
+the snow caps are. How clean the snow
+makes everything. We are all glad to have
+it, aren't we?"</p>
+
+<p>"I am, I am!" shouted Peter. "Winter
+has come, winter has come! Good-by,
+grandmother. I must go and play."</p>
+
+<p>"Good-by," called grandmother. "Come
+down to dinner, if mother will let you. We
+will have sugar on snow."</p>
+
+<p>"She will let us," called Peter. "I
+know she will. And I will get the pan
+of snow for the sugar."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[45]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus045.jpg" width="400" height="238" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_STAR_SNOWFLAKE">THE STAR SNOWFLAKE</h2>
+
+<p>All that day Peter and Polly played in
+the snow. All day Peter's white butterflies
+fell. Down they came out of the air, softly
+and silently.</p>
+
+<p>Peter liked to stand and look up into the
+sky. He liked to feel the soft flakes light
+upon his face. He liked to see them on his
+coat sleeve.</p>
+
+<p>Polly said, "Aren't the flakes pretty, Peter?
+They are little stars. The perfect ones have
+six points. The Story Lady told me a story
+about a star snowflake. I will tell it to you.</p>
+
+<p>"Once a little water fairy lived in our
+brook, back of grandmother's house. One
+day she was very, very naughty. She did
+not wish to go up into the air. She did not<span class="pagenum">[46]</span>
+wish to be part of a cloud. She wished to
+stay in the brook.</p>
+
+<p>"Her father said, 'You must go. And I
+shall have you punished for being so naughty.
+I shall have Jack Frost change you into a
+snowflake.'</p>
+
+<p>"Jack Frost came one day to change the
+cloud into snowflakes. He saw how sorry
+the water fairy was because she had been so
+naughty.</p>
+
+<p>"So he said, 'You know that I have to
+make all snowflakes like stars. Some of
+them are very pretty. I will change you
+into the prettiest star snowflake that I know.'</p>
+
+<p>"'And when you melt,' said Jack Frost,
+'you will be a water fairy again. You will
+always be good then, won't you?'</p>
+
+<p>"So he changed her into a beautiful star
+snowflake. I have seen her picture. The
+Story Lady showed it to me."</p>
+
+<p>"Let's find her," said Peter. "Then
+let's show her to the Story Lady. That
+will be better than the picture."</p>
+
+<p>So the children looked and looked. They
+found many stars. But Polly was not sure
+that any one of them was the right one.</p>
+
+<p>At last Peter found the most beautiful star<span class="pagenum">[47]</span>
+of all. "This is the water fairy, this is the
+water fairy!" he cried.</p>
+
+<p>And Polly said, "It does look like the
+picture. So let's go and show it to the
+Story Lady."</p>
+
+<p>Down they went to her house and into
+the kitchen. There was the Story Lady,
+washing dishes.</p>
+
+<p>"O Story Lady," said Peter. "I have the
+water fairy on my arm! She is changed
+into a star. See her!"</p>
+
+<p>But when the Story Lady looked, there
+was no star snowflake.</p>
+
+<p>"She has gone," said Peter. "That is
+too bad." And he looked ready to cry.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, yes, Peter," said the Story Lady.
+"She has gone. But don't you think that
+she is happy to be just a water fairy again?
+She likes that better, you know. You must
+be glad that you found her and helped her
+melt."</p>
+
+<p>"I am glad," said Peter. "But it was
+only a 'Once upon a time' story, wasn't it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course it was, Peter. But don't you
+know that all snowflakes are water fairies?
+Now run along and play with those that are
+left."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[48]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus048.jpg" width="394" height="236" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="HOW_PETER_HELPED_GRANDMOTHER">HOW PETER HELPED GRANDMOTHER</h2>
+
+<p>Grandmother was getting ready for
+Thanksgiving. Peter and Polly and father
+and mother were going to her house on
+that day.</p>
+
+<p>So grandmother was making mince pies.
+She was making other things, too. One
+was fruit cake.</p>
+
+<p>Peter and Polly were down at grandmother's,
+helping. At least, Polly was
+helping and Peter was hindering.</p>
+
+<p>He seemed bound to stand just where
+grandmother wished to walk. He spilled
+a cup of milk on the table. After he had
+wiped it up, he upset some flour.</p>
+
+<p>But he did not mean to hinder.<span class="pagenum">[49]</span></p>
+
+<p>Polly watched her grandmother make
+the pies. She watched her roll the pie
+crust thin and trim it to the size of the
+plate.</p>
+
+<p>She said, "If I had some dough, I am
+sure I could do that."</p>
+
+<p>Her grandmother gave her some and a
+little plate. Polly rubbed the plate with
+melted butter. Then she rolled out the
+dough and put it on the plate.</p>
+
+<p>"That is very good, Polly. Now we will
+fill our pies. Here is the mincemeat."</p>
+
+<p>Polly tried to make her little pie look like
+grandmother's large one.</p>
+
+<p>"Next we must put on the covers," said
+grandmother. "Roll yours out like mine."</p>
+
+<p>She had Polly stick a knife through her
+cover in four places. Ask your mother
+why she did this.</p>
+
+<p>Then she helped Polly put on her cover,
+for that was quite hard to do. Last of
+all she showed her how to pinch together
+the edges.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," said grandmother, "we will bake
+our pies. What shall you do with yours?"</p>
+
+<p>"I should like to take it home to show
+mother and father. May I?"<span class="pagenum">[50]</span></p>
+
+<img src="images/illus050.jpg" width="398" height="388" alt="" />
+
+<p>"Why, to be sure. They ought to have
+a bite of your first pie. Please, Peter, carry
+this pail of sugar into the pantry for me.
+I do not need it any more."</p>
+
+<p>The pies were baked brown. As soon as
+hers was cool enough, Polly carried it up
+the hill to mother.</p>
+
+<p>"See, mother," she said, "I can cook
+now. Grandmother let me make a pie. It
+is for you and father."<span class="pagenum">[51]</span></p>
+
+<p>"How good it looks, Polly! We will
+try it for dinner. You have done this
+well. I see that I must begin to teach you
+to cook.</p>
+
+<p>"Bread comes first. The next time I
+sponge bread, you may try. Your first
+good loaf you may take to grandmother."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, may I, mother? I want to learn
+to cook. Then I can cook for you and
+father. I watched grandmother all the
+morning. I helped her, too."</p>
+
+<p>"So did I help grandmother," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"O Peter, what did you do to help?"
+asked Polly. "You spilled the milk and
+then you spilled the flour. That isn't helping
+much."</p>
+
+<p>"I did help," said Peter. "I helped all
+the morning. I worked very hard."</p>
+
+<p>"I am sure that you meant to, Peter,"
+said mother. "But tell me what you
+did."</p>
+
+<p>"Why," said Peter, "why, I carried away
+the pail of sugar."</p>
+
+<p>Polly laughed, but mother said, "That
+was kind, Peter. And you know that you
+always help by being a good boy. So I
+really think that you are right."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[52]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus052.jpg" width="398" height="111" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_SNOW_MAN">THE SNOW MAN</h2>
+
+<p>"Let's make a snow man this morning.
+Will you, Peter? The snow is just right
+for big balls."</p>
+
+<p>"Then we will," said Peter. "But let's
+get Tim to help us."</p>
+
+<p>Tim is Peter's playmate. He lives on a
+farm. His house is farther up the hill.
+Look for it on the map in the front of this
+book.</p>
+
+<p>Soon Tim was down at Peter's. His big
+dog Collie was with him. Wag-wag and
+Collie are friends. They often play together.</p>
+
+<p>The three children began to roll snowballs.
+Polly's grew very large. The boys
+had to help her with it. They pushed it
+over and over. At last it was quite near
+the edge of the bank.</p>
+
+<p>"One more push," said Polly. "Then it
+will be just right. People can see the man
+from the road."<span class="pagenum">[53]</span></p>
+
+<p>But that push was too much. Over the
+edge of the bank the big ball rolled.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, stop, stop!" cried Peter. "Do not
+run away. We will make you into a good
+snow man."</p>
+
+<p>But the ball did not stop. It rolled
+against Tim. It knocked him flat. Peter
+and Polly fell down the bank after it. At
+last it smashed itself against the fence.</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind," said Polly. "We can
+make another. Do not let the next one
+knock you down, Tim."</p>
+
+<p>"Old snowball ran over me," said Tim.
+"But I do not care. He smashed himself."</p>
+
+<p>Another big ball was made. It was rolled
+into place. Then smaller ones were lifted
+on it. These were for the body.</p>
+
+<p>At last the head was ready. Polly stood
+in a chair. She stuck the head on the body.
+She made eyes, a nose, and a mouth with
+small sticks.</p>
+
+<p>She put an old hat on the head. She
+put a branch under the arm.</p>
+
+<p>Then she said, "We will name you White
+Giant. You may take care of our house at
+night. In the daytime you may play with
+us. Will you, old Giant?"<span class="pagenum">[54]</span></p>
+
+<p>Polly did not think that the snow man
+could talk. But just then she heard some
+one say, "Of course I will play with you,
+Polly."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, oh! Has he come alive?" cried
+Peter. "Can he chase me? I do not wish
+him to do that." And he ran behind Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"I cannot chase you, Peter," the snow
+man seemed to say. "I cannot move at
+all in the daytime. But at night you should
+see me."</p>
+
+<p>"I saw you the other night in a dream,"
+said Peter. "I did not like you. You
+chased me."</p>
+
+<p>"I will never do that again, Peter. So
+you must not be afraid of me."</p>
+
+<p>Just then Tim cried out, "Look, look!"
+And there behind a tree was Peter's father.</p>
+
+<p>Polly laughed. "I know now that the
+snow man did not talk," she said. "At first
+I thought he did. It was you, wasn't it,
+father?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why do you think so, Polly? You
+didn't see me. Did it sound like me?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, it did not, father," said Peter.
+"And I think it was the snow man. I
+am going to watch him to-night and see."</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum">[55]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus055.jpg" width="400" height="288" alt="" />
+
+<p>"Why don't you?" asked father. "I
+should like to know about it. You tell
+me when you find out. Where are your
+mittens, Tim? Aren't your hands cold?"</p>
+
+<p>"I've lost them. And Peter has lost one
+of his red ones. We can't find them at all."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps they are under the snow. The
+sun will help you find them by and by.
+Peter, run in and tell mother. She will get
+some mittens for you and Tim to wear.</p>
+
+<p>"When you come back, bring the old
+broom. That is better than the branch for
+your snow man. If you watch to-night,
+you may see what he does with it."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[56]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus056.jpg" width="398" height="154" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="PETERS_DREAM">PETER'S DREAM</h2>
+
+<p>At bedtime Peter said, "I want to sit up.
+I am going to watch the snow man."</p>
+
+<p>"Why?" asked mother.</p>
+
+<p>"I heard him speak," said Peter. "He
+said he would not chase me. He said I
+ought to see him at night. He can move
+then."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," said mother. "But you
+might get into your bed. You can watch
+him from your window."</p>
+
+<p>"I did not think of that, mother. I will
+go now."</p>
+
+<p>Soon Peter was in bed. By sitting up, he
+could see the snow man. His window was
+wide open. But Peter had on thick night
+clothes. He did not feel the cold.</p>
+
+<p>The moon was bright. Peter thought of
+his friend, the Fairy Bird. He wished the
+Bird would come again and take him to the
+moon.<span class="pagenum">[57]</span></p>
+
+<p>All at once he rubbed his eyes. Where
+was the snow man? He looked again.
+The snow man was gone!</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, oh!" said Peter to himself. "I've
+lost him. That's too bad. Now I shall not
+see anything."</p>
+
+<p>But just then the door opened softly.
+Peter saw something white coming into his
+room. It was the snow man!</p>
+
+<p>Peter was so surprised that he nearly
+jumped out of bed. He was frightened, too.
+He called, "Oh, dear!"</p>
+
+<p>"Sh, sh, sh!" said the snow man. "You'll
+wake every one in the house. I came up
+here to please you. I don't care to see any
+one else.</p>
+
+<p>"It was hard work climbing the stairs.
+You children didn't make me very good
+legs; nor very good arms, either, I must
+say. I have no feet and no hands.</p>
+
+<p>"My hat came off when I broke myself
+away from the snow. But, without hands,
+I couldn't put it back on my head.</p>
+
+<p>"I do wish that you would make me
+better next time. You can, if you try. But
+I'm thankful you gave me eyes and a mouth,
+too. I like to see and I like to talk."<span class="pagenum">[58]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Don't you like to eat?" asked Peter.
+"What do you eat? Oh, dear! I'm afraid
+you eat little boys like me."</p>
+
+<p>The snow man began to shake. Bits of
+snow dropped on the floor.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Peter, I believe you are afraid of
+me. You needn't be. You'll laugh, too,
+when I tell you what I do eat. Sticks and
+twigs and leaves that I pick up when you
+are rolling me.</p>
+
+<p>"Best of all I like mittens. I don't get
+very many. But I ate yours and Tim's this
+morning. They were good. I like red ones
+best. And I had only one red mitten."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus058.jpg" width="394" height="292" alt="" />
+<span class="pagenum">[59]</span>
+
+<p>Then Peter did laugh. "What queer
+things to eat," he said. "And how funny
+you look when you laugh. You shake, but
+you do not laugh with your mouth."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said the snow man. "That's all
+because of Polly. You see, she made my
+mouth with a horrid straight stick. I can't
+bend it at all."</p>
+
+<p>"You make me very cold," said Peter.
+"You are so white. I want my mother to
+come and tuck me up."</p>
+
+<p>"I will try," the snow man said. And,
+with his snowy arms, he tried to pull up
+the bedclothes. One arm slipped and hit
+Peter's neck. Peter was so surprised that
+he screamed.</p>
+
+<p>In just a minute mother ran in. "What
+is it, dear?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>Peter could only say, "The snow man,
+the snow man! He has been up here!"</p>
+
+<p>"He's out in the yard, dear. I can see
+him. And he has lost his hat. The wind
+must have blown it off. It has been raining
+hard. The rain has come in at the window.
+It is wet on the floor."</p>
+
+<p>"He didn't have his hat up here," said
+Peter. "He dropped it when he started.<span class="pagenum">[60]</span>
+He couldn't put it on. And he made those
+spots on the floor. It was not the rain.
+Pieces of snow dropped off him when he
+laughed."</p>
+
+<p>Mother only said, "I'll tuck you up again,
+Peter. We can see about it in the morning.
+Now good night."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus060.jpg" width="396" height="213" alt="" />
+
+<p>In the morning the rain had stopped.
+The children went to look at the snow man.
+He had grown much smaller in the night.
+There was a crack near the bottom of his
+legs.</p>
+
+<p>"He did walk, he did, I know he did!"
+cried Peter. "That's what made the crack.
+And, O Polly, look at this!"</p>
+
+<p>Sticking out of the snow man's stomach
+was the end of a red mitten!</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[61]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus061.jpg" width="400" height="126" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="CUTTING_THE_CHRISTMAS_TREE">CUTTING THE CHRISTMAS TREE</h2>
+
+<p>It was nearly Christmas. Peter could
+hardly wait for the day to come.</p>
+
+<p>He kept saying, "Mother, will it be
+Christmas to-morrow? Mother, will it be
+Christmas to-morrow?"</p>
+
+<p>At last father said, "Do you want Christmas
+before I get the tree?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Peter. "But will you ever
+get it?"</p>
+
+<p>"I will to-day. You and Polly may go
+with me. We will choose the prettiest fir
+tree we can find. Put on your things, and
+we will start now."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, goody, goody!" cried Peter, jumping
+up and down. "Now I know that Christmas
+is almost here."</p>
+
+<p>"It will be here to-morrow," said father.
+"Run and tell Polly."</p>
+
+<p>They went through the field back of the<span class="pagenum">[62]</span>
+house. They climbed over the stone-wall
+post office. Polly looked into some of the
+boxes for mail.</p>
+
+<p>She said, "Father, one day Peter told me
+that he had a pony in his post-office box."</p>
+
+<p>"It must have been a very large box,
+Polly. We do not have such large ones at
+the store. Which is it?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't care if I didn't have it in my
+box," said Peter. "I think I shall get it on
+the tree. It will be up in the tiptop."</p>
+
+<p>"Then we must find a strong tree, my
+boy. Can you see one you like?"</p>
+
+<p>"That one," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>Father laughed. "That is a strong tree.
+But it is too tall. We should have to cut a
+hole in the ceiling to stand it up. Find a
+smaller one."</p>
+
+<p>"There is a good tree, father. See how
+pretty it is. It looks like our little firs at
+home."</p>
+
+<p>"I believe that is just right for us, Polly.
+I will cut it down. Please hold my coat."</p>
+
+<p>Father swung his ax. He gave three
+sharp blows. All at once there was a chatter
+overhead.</p>
+
+<p>In the next tree a gray squirrel was running<span class="pagenum">[63]</span>
+up a large branch. He was scolding
+with all his might. His tail was jerking.
+He looked very cross.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, old fellow," said father, "did I disturb
+you? I am sorry. Go back to sleep.
+We will not take your tree."</p>
+
+<p>"His is too bare, isn't it, father? The
+leaves have all gone. We must have a fir
+tree for ours. It has queer leaves. But
+they do not fall off in the winter."</p>
+
+<p>"That is why we call such trees evergreens,
+Polly. They are always green.
+Pine trees are evergreens, too. Their
+needles are longer than fir needles."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus063.jpg" width="394" height="301" alt="" />
+<span class="pagenum">[64]</span>
+
+<p>"I think that is one of our squirrels," said
+Peter. "He took our nuts, Polly. I wonder
+where he put them."</p>
+
+<p>"He thought they were his," said Polly.
+"He needed them."</p>
+
+<p>Soon father had cut down the fir. He put
+it over his shoulder. The end dragged on
+the snow.</p>
+
+<p>"Now we are ready for home," he said.
+"To-night mother and I will dress this tree.
+To-morrow you may see it."</p>
+
+<p>"Have you really a dress for it?" asked
+Peter. "I hope it is red. Who made it?"</p>
+
+<p>"O Peter, how silly you are! Father
+means dress it up with candy bags and
+popped corn and presents."</p>
+
+<p>"I know now," said Peter. "Ponies and
+guns and things."</p>
+
+<p>"See the snow sparkle, children. The sun
+makes it do that. Look at the blue sky.
+Doesn't the air feel good to you?"</p>
+
+<p>"It makes me feel like running," said
+Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Then run along, chicks. You will get
+home first. Tell mother that the Christmas
+tree is really coming. You may pop the
+corn this afternoon."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[65]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus065.jpg" width="398" height="127" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_GIVE-AWAY_BOX">THE GIVE-AWAY BOX</h2>
+
+<p>When Peter and Polly got home, they
+ran into the house.</p>
+
+<p>"Mother, mother!" they shouted. "The
+Christmas tree is coming. Father has it."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, mother," said Polly, "what makes
+the house smell so sweet? It smells just
+like the woods."</p>
+
+<p>"It is the green wreaths, Polly. I have
+them in all the rooms. There is one on the
+front door, too. These wreaths smell better
+than the ones that we buy. You may help
+me make the rest of them. We need more."</p>
+
+<p>So the children went into the kitchen. On
+a table were pieces of evergreen boughs.</p>
+
+<p>They helped their mother twist the pieces
+into circles. On each circle she wound
+many small twigs. When done, the
+wreaths were firm and thick and green.</p>
+
+<p>"How good it does smell, mother. I like
+Christmas smells. But see my hands."<span class="pagenum">[66]</span></p>
+
+<p>"That is the pitch from the greens,
+Polly. Just rub on a little butter. It will
+take off the pitch. Then wash your hands
+in warm water. I will clean up the rest
+of the greens. When this is done, we will
+pop our corn."</p>
+
+<p>That was always fun. Polly liked to
+shake the popper. She liked to see the
+white kernels of corn hop up and down.
+She liked the good smell, too.</p>
+
+<p>Soon two large panfuls were popped.
+Then came another task. The corn must
+be strung. Polly and Peter both helped.
+But, of course, mother could string faster
+than they. She told them stories while
+they worked.</p>
+
+<p>"When I was a little girl," said mother,
+"we did not have a Christmas tree. Instead,
+we hung up our stockings. We
+hung them near the fireplace. We thought
+Santa Claus could reach them better there.</p>
+
+<p>"I was the smallest in our family. So
+my stocking was the smallest. My presents
+would never go into my stocking. This
+used to tease me.</p>
+
+<p>"My dear grandmother found it out.
+One day she said to me, 'I am going to<span class="pagenum">[67]</span>
+knit you a new red stocking. It is not to
+wear. It is for you to hang up.'</p>
+
+<p>"And the very next Christmas, what do
+you think? She had knit me a stocking as
+long as I was tall! How pleased I was to
+hang it up!</p>
+
+<p>"Now, children, the Give-away Box is
+ready. You may choose your things to
+give away."</p>
+
+<p>On the floor in the dining room there
+was a large box. It was filled with games,
+dolls, bags of candy and popped corn, and
+many other things.</p>
+
+<p>These were for Peter and Polly to give
+away. They would make other children
+happy. And that would make Peter and
+Polly happy, too.</p>
+
+<p>Peter chose a jumping jack for Tim.
+Polly chose to give him a whistle.</p>
+
+<p>"He cannot whistle with his mouth yet,"
+she said. "Perhaps Collie will come for
+this whistle."</p>
+
+<p>When Polly was out of the room, Peter
+chose a present for her. It was the prettiest
+doll that he had ever seen.</p>
+
+<p>Polly chose a train of cars for Peter.
+But he did not know that.<span class="pagenum">[68]</span></p>
+
+<img src="images/illus068.jpg" width="396" height="337" alt="" />
+
+<p>"We can give this candlestick to Mrs.
+White," said Polly. "She gave us back
+our Jack-o'-lanterns. I think she would
+like it."</p>
+
+<p>Mother said, "Why don't you give the
+hot water bag to grandmother? Her bag
+leaks."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, we will, we will!" cried both children.</p>
+
+<p>"Farmer Brown is our friend," said
+Polly. "He showed us his sheep. Mrs.
+Brown is our friend, too. She gave us a<span class="pagenum">[69]</span>
+party last summer. The lambs came to it.
+It was on her steps. Let us give them two
+wreaths."</p>
+
+<p>"There is my teacher," said Peter. "I
+will give her these marbles."</p>
+
+<p>Polly said, "Your teacher! You don't go
+to school, Peter."</p>
+
+<p>"I did one day," said Peter. "I like her.
+She was good to me. She is my teacher.
+I don't care what you say."</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind about that, chicks," said
+mother. "I'm afraid she hasn't a pocket
+for the marbles. Why not give her the
+box of handkerchiefs?"</p>
+
+<p>Before long the Give-away Box was
+empty. The presents were tied up. Every
+friend in the village had been remembered.</p>
+
+<p>Peter and Polly were tired. They were
+glad when it was bedtime.</p>
+
+<p>As mother tucked her up, Polly said, "I
+like the Give-away Box. It is fun. It is
+as much fun as it is to get things. You
+gave it to us, mother. You give us everything."</p>
+
+<p>"Father, too," said mother. "And it
+makes fathers and mothers happy to do
+that."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[70]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus070.jpg" width="398" height="155" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="CHRISTMAS_MORNING">CHRISTMAS MORNING</h2>
+
+<p>Early Christmas morning Peter awoke.
+He heard a noise in mother's room. So
+he knew that he might get up.</p>
+
+<p>He pushed open the door. "Merry
+Christmas! Merry Christmas!" he shouted.</p>
+
+<p>"Merry Christmas," said mother, hugging
+him tightly.</p>
+
+<p>"Merry Christmas," said father, tossing
+him up into the air. "Did you see Santa
+Claus last night?"</p>
+
+<p>Just then Polly ran in. "Oh, oh, it is
+Christmas!" she cried. "Merry Christmas!
+Merry Christmas! See what I found in my
+bed."</p>
+
+<p>It was a box of animal crackers. They
+were all sheep.</p>
+
+<p>"O father! You did it for a joke. You
+know I do not like mutton."<span class="pagenum">[71]</span></p>
+
+<p>Peter ran to look in his room. He
+thought a joke might be there, too.</p>
+
+<p>"See, see!" he shouted. "I have found
+a letter box. That is not a joke."</p>
+
+<p>"Look inside," said father.</p>
+
+<p>Peter looked. There he saw a very small
+pony. It was made of cloth. On its back
+it had a cloth monkey.</p>
+
+<p>"A joke, a joke!" cried Polly. "Your
+pony came in your letter box after all."</p>
+
+<p>There were to be no more presents until
+after breakfast. So the children dressed
+quickly.</p>
+
+<p>It was hard for them to eat anything.</p>
+
+<p>At last Polly said, "I cannot wait another
+second. I will eat my breakfast with my
+dinner. Here comes grandmother. Now
+may we open the door and see the tree?"</p>
+
+<p>"In just a minute," said father. "You
+say 'Merry Christmas' to grandmother. I
+have one last thing for the tree. You may
+come in when I call." And out he ran.</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder what it is," said Polly. "I
+can hear him coming back through the side
+door."</p>
+
+<p>Then grandmother came in, and Polly
+forgot to wonder any more.<span class="pagenum">[72]</span></p>
+
+<p>At last they heard father shout, "Come!"</p>
+
+<p>Polly opened the door, and the children
+rushed in.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Oh!" said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Oh!" said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>Such a beautiful tree they had never before
+seen. It was hung with strings of
+popped corn and red cranberries. It was
+covered with colored balls and big gold
+stars. Over it was white, shiny stuff that
+looked like snow.</p>
+
+<p>It had candy bags and oranges. At the
+top, there was a doll with wings. And
+there were many boxes and packages.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Oh! Oh!" said both children
+again.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you like it?" asked mother.</p>
+
+<p>"I never saw anything so pretty," said
+Polly. "Is that a fairy at the top?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think it is Santa Claus's little girl,"
+said Peter. "I should like to have her for
+my own."</p>
+
+<p>"Should you rather have that than anything
+else here?" asked father.</p>
+
+<p>"I think so, father. May I?"</p>
+
+<p>"Walk around the tree and see if you
+are sure, my son."<span class="pagenum">[73]</span></p>
+
+<img src="images/illus073.jpg" width="398" height="476" alt="" />
+
+<p>Peter did as he was told. He had not
+taken many steps when he jumped back
+with a cry.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it? What is it?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>Polly ran forward, and what do you
+think she saw?<span class="pagenum">[74]</span></p>
+
+<p>On the other side of the tree something
+moved. Polly saw two large eyes, two long
+ears, a brown head, and then she knew that
+it was a pony.</p>
+
+<p>"Peter, Peter!" she cried, "here is the
+pony! It is on the Christmas tree! O
+Peter, Peter, Peter!"</p>
+
+<p>"Lead her out," said father. "She will
+come with you. She likes children."</p>
+
+<p>So Polly took hold of the little strap. And
+the pony walked out into the room after her.</p>
+
+<p>"Her name is Brownie," said father.
+"She is grandmother's present to you and
+Peter. She is half yours and half Peter's."</p>
+
+<p>"O grandmother!" cried Polly. "I thank
+you now, but I will thank you better by and
+by."</p>
+
+<p>"Which half is mine, grandmother?"
+asked Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"Half of both halves," said grandmother.
+"Why?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing," said Peter. "I love both her
+halves. And I love you, too. And I love
+the tree, and Christmas, and everybody."</p>
+
+<p>"And so you should," said father. "Come
+now, we will take Brownie to her stable.
+Then you may get the presents off the tree."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[75]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus075.jpg" width="392" height="120" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_SNOW_HOUSE">THE SNOW HOUSE</h2>
+
+<p>One day there was a heavy snowstorm.
+At the same time the wind blew. It heaped
+the snow over the road in front of Polly's
+house.</p>
+
+<p>The snow was so deep that horses could
+not walk through. Men had to dig the
+road out.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Howe helped to do this. Peter and
+Polly watched the work. They thought it
+great fun.</p>
+
+<p>The men threw the snow by the side of
+the road. Soon the piles were very high.
+They were twice as high as Polly could
+reach.</p>
+
+<p>A few days after this Polly said, "I know
+what we can do."</p>
+
+<p>"What?" asked Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"Let's play Eskimos."</p>
+
+<p>"How do you play it?" asked Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said Polly, "first we must make<span class="pagenum">[76]</span>
+a snow house. Then we can think of other
+things to do."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus076.jpg" width="398" height="286" alt="" />
+
+<p>"We can't," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"Can't what?" asked Polly. "Can't
+think of things to do? I can, if you can't."</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Peter, "we can't make a
+snow house. We tried. It tumbled down.
+Don't you remember?"</p>
+
+<p>"I've thought how to do it, Peter.
+Come on. I will show you."</p>
+
+<p>Polly took Peter to the great pile of
+snow by the side of the road.</p>
+
+<p>"There is our house," she said. "It is
+all made for us."<span class="pagenum">[77]</span></p>
+
+<p>"That isn't any house, Polly. I think I
+won't play with you to-day. You tease me.
+I am going to see Tim. Good-by."</p>
+
+<p>"O Peter! Wait, wait! I won't tease.
+I will tell you about it now. That is our
+house really and truly. But it is just the
+outside.</p>
+
+<p>"We must make a hole in the pile for a
+door. Then we must dig out the inside.
+Can't we do that, Peter?"</p>
+
+<p>Peter said, "Oh, yes. We can do that.
+I see about it now. I will help. We can
+dig very well.</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus077.jpg" width="398" height="288" alt="" />
+
+<p>"We dug our cyclone hole last summer.<span class="pagenum">[78]</span>
+Perhaps we shall find another box with
+silver dollars in it."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps we shall not, too," said Polly.
+"I don't expect to find things in the snow.
+People hide their gold and silver in the
+ground.</p>
+
+<p>"The ground does not melt. Snow does.
+So it would not hide their gold and silver
+very long."</p>
+
+<p>"Why doesn't the ground melt, Polly?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I don't know. You ask father.
+Snow melts because it is made of water."</p>
+
+<p>"Butter melts, sugar melts," said Peter.
+"They are not made of water. I wish to
+know why the ground does not melt, too.
+I wish to know now."</p>
+
+<p>"Peter, can't you stop asking questions
+and go to work? See, first we must dig a
+path here. Then we will begin our door."</p>
+
+<p>It took a long time to dig the path. But
+at last it was finished. Then they made a
+hole. It went straight into the side of the
+big snow pile. That was for the door.</p>
+
+<p>"Now we must hollow out a place," said
+Polly. "It will be our room. We must
+make it large. We shall sleep there and
+eat there and live there. That is the way<span class="pagenum">[79]</span>
+the Eskimos do. I read it in a book at
+school."</p>
+
+<p>"I'd rather live in a house," said Peter.
+"Let's live in the house and play out here."</p>
+
+<p>"Then we will," said Polly. "It would
+be cold here anyway. I should think
+Eskimos would freeze in snow houses. But
+they do not."</p>
+
+<p>The next day the children scraped out
+more snow, and the next and the next. At
+last they had made quite a large room.</p>
+
+<p>It was nearly round. The floor was
+packed hard. The white walls were smooth.
+Polly could stand up straight in the middle.</p>
+
+<p>Mother gave them an old rug for the floor.</p>
+
+<p>She said, "Eskimos have fur rugs. You
+must play that this is bearskin."</p>
+
+<p>Father said, "Do you know what Eskimos
+call a snow house? It is igloo. Perhaps
+some day I will try to crawl into your igloo.
+I should like to see it."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, do, father. Then we will have a
+party. It is quite warm inside. But we
+can make the door bigger for you."</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind about that," said father.
+"Perhaps I can get a fairy to shrink me.
+We shall see."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[80]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus080.jpg" width="396" height="90" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_FALL_OF_THE_IGLOO">THE FALL OF THE IGLOO</h2>
+
+<p>For many days the children played in
+their igloo. More snow fell. They dug it
+out of the path. Then they could get to
+the door.</p>
+
+<p>"It only makes our house taller," said
+Polly. "It does not hurt the inside. I do
+not care how much snow comes on top of
+it."</p>
+
+<p>"You may care some day," said father.
+"Snow is heavy. After a while it may
+break down your roof."</p>
+
+<p>"What if we are inside when the roof
+breaks, Peter? The snow will get down
+our necks."</p>
+
+<p>"It will do more," said father. "It will
+bury you."</p>
+
+<p>"Will it hurt us, father?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think not. But you will look like
+snow men afterward."</p>
+
+<p>One day Tim was playing with Peter and
+Polly. They were in the igloo. Collie was
+outside playing with Wag-wag.<span class="pagenum">[81]</span></p>
+
+<p>Wag-wag could go into the igloo. But
+the children did not like to have Collie
+there. He was so large that he took up too
+much room.</p>
+
+<p>Polly was the mother Eskimo. Peter
+was the father Eskimo. Tim was the little
+boy Eskimo.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Eskimo.</i> "I think we need some
+meat. We need a seal. I can use its skin.
+I will make boots of it."</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Eskimo.</i> "I killed a bear yesterday.
+Use the bearskin for boots."</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Eskimo.</i> "Oh, no. That would
+not make good boots. I need sealskin for
+them. Besides I wish to use the bearskin
+to make some trousers. I must have new
+ones."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus081.jpg" width="394" height="217" alt="" />
+<span class="pagenum">[82]</span>
+
+<p>"O Polly," said Peter, "women do not
+wear trousers."</p>
+
+<p>"Eskimo women do, Peter. Now you go
+and catch me a seal."</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Eskimo.</i> "But it is cold. I may
+have to watch many hours for a seal. I must
+sit very still beside his hole in the ice. If I
+move, he will not come up there to breathe.
+Perhaps I shall freeze, sitting so still."</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Eskimo.</i> "No, you will not. Do
+I not make you good fur clothes? Do I
+not sew them with my good bone needle?
+They will keep you warm."</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Eskimo.</i> "Yes, but don't I have
+to get the fur for them? That is harder
+than making the clothes."</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Eskimo.</i> "I am not so sure that
+it is. Should you like to scrape the skins
+to clean them? Should you like to chew
+them to make them soft?"</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Eskimo.</i> "No, I should rather
+hunt than chew skins. So I will go now."</p>
+
+<p>Father Eskimo crawled out of the igloo.
+He called to the dogs.</p>
+
+<p>"Come here, dogs. You must drag my
+sledge. I am going out to catch a seal.
+You must draw it home on the sledge."<span class="pagenum">[83]</span></p>
+
+<p>The dogs were jumping up and down and
+playing with each other. They did not
+know that they were Eskimo dogs.</p>
+
+<p>Peter could not get them. He grew quite
+cross. He crawled back into the igloo.</p>
+
+<p>"I cannot catch the dogs," he said. "I
+shall not go hunting. I shall not play
+Eskimo any more to-day."</p>
+
+<p>Polly started to speak. But instead
+she screamed. Something was happening.
+What were the dogs doing? Were they on
+the top of the igloo?</p>
+
+<p>The roof was breaking. She could see
+the leg of one dog sticking through. Then
+something fell on the children.</p>
+
+<p>It was the snow roof. It was also two
+dogs. Collie and Wag-wag had broken
+down the igloo.</p>
+
+<p>Father was just coming home. How he
+laughed when he saw the children and the
+dogs. He pulled them out from under the
+snow.</p>
+
+<p>He said, "Aren't you glad you are not
+real Eskimos? Aren't you glad you live in
+a strong house? Let's all go in and see
+what mother is cooking for supper. It will
+not be seal meat. Tim must come, too."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[84]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus084.jpg" width="400" height="277" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="PULLING_PETERS_TOOTH">PULLING PETER'S TOOTH</h2>
+
+<p>Peter had a loose tooth. It was a lower
+front tooth. It was his first loose tooth.
+He had always wanted one.</p>
+
+<p>When Polly's teeth became loose, he
+would feel of his.</p>
+
+<p>He would say, "I wish I could wiggle
+mine, too. I wish I could pull mine out."</p>
+
+<p>Mother said, "You are not yet old
+enough to lose your teeth. I am glad that
+you are not. Why do you wish to have a
+loose tooth?"</p>
+
+<p>"Because they are nice to wiggle," said
+Peter. "Because Polly is faster than I am.
+She has had four. I like the holes in her
+face, too. She can make a funny noise
+through them. It is a whistle."<span class="pagenum">[85]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Your turn will come by and by," said
+mother. "I suppose you will lose your
+upper front teeth first."</p>
+
+<p>But it happened one day that Peter fell
+down. He bumped his nose. He also cut
+his lip on a tooth.</p>
+
+<p>He must have bumped that tooth quite
+hard, for it became loose. Peter was much
+pleased.</p>
+
+<p>"I should let it alone," said mother.
+"Perhaps it will grow tight again."</p>
+
+<p>But Peter could not seem to let it alone.
+He wiggled it with his tongue. He wiggled
+it with his fingers. At last he made it very
+loose.</p>
+
+<p>Then he said, "Polly, I must pull my
+tooth."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, let it come out," said Polly. "Two
+of mine did."</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Peter. "I shall pull it. You
+pulled one of yours with your fingers. I
+shall do that."</p>
+
+<p>But the loose tooth would not come out.</p>
+
+<p>"It will not pull," said Peter. "I shall put
+a string on it. I shall tie the end of the string
+to the door. Then I shall shut the door hard.
+It will pull my tooth. You did that."<span class="pagenum">[86]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Polly. "That was fun.
+But I know a better way now. I will
+show it to you."</p>
+
+<p>She took a flatiron. She tied a string to
+it. She set it on the kitchen table. Then
+she tied the other end of the string to
+Peter's loose tooth.</p>
+
+<p>She said, "This string is too short to
+reach the floor. You push the flatiron off
+the table. It will fall down and jerk out
+your tooth."</p>
+
+<p>"Shall I now?" asked Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, now."</p>
+
+<p>So Peter pushed the flatiron. But Polly
+had not been right. The string was too
+long. It reached to the floor.</p>
+
+<p>Down went the flatiron, bang! It landed
+on the edge of Peter's boot. It landed on
+the edge of Peter's toe, too. It hurt him, but
+not much. And the tooth did not come out.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Oh!" cried Peter. "It hurt my
+foot, it hurt my foot! It didn't pull out
+my tooth at all." And he started to jump
+up and down.</p>
+
+<p>The very first jump surprised him.
+Something pulled at his mouth and then
+seemed to let go.<span class="pagenum">[87]</span></p>
+
+<img src="images/illus087.jpg" width="398" height="319" alt="" />
+
+<p>It was the string around his tooth. He
+had jumped up far enough to pull the tooth
+out himself.</p>
+
+<p>How Polly did laugh when she saw this!</p>
+
+<p>Peter cried, "It's out, it's out! We have
+found a new way! I found it!" And he
+got down on the floor to pick up his tooth.</p>
+
+<p>"I am going to save it to plant in my
+garden," he said.</p>
+
+<p>"To plant!" said Polly. "What for?"</p>
+
+<p>"So I shall have more," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>Then Polly laughed again. She ran to
+tell mother about Peter's garden.</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[88]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus088.jpg" width="398" height="132" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="DRIVING_WITH_FATHER">DRIVING WITH FATHER</h2>
+
+<p>One morning father said, "I am going to
+Large Village to-day. You children may
+have a ride. You may go as far as Farmer
+Brown's. I will leave you there."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, goody, goody!" cried Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, goody, goody!" cried Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"You are to stay to dinner. I shall have
+my dinner at Large Village. Run and get
+ready."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, oh, oh!" cried both children at once.</p>
+
+<p>Farmer Brown lived two and one half
+miles away. You must follow the road
+past Mr. Howe's store to find his house.</p>
+
+<p>Peter and Polly liked to go there. They
+liked to see his horses, cows, sheep, pigs,
+and hens.</p>
+
+<p>"We can see the sheep," said Polly.
+"They will not be in the pasture. The snow
+has covered the grass. Their wool will be
+thicker now than it was last summer."<span class="pagenum">[89]</span></p>
+
+<img src="images/illus089.jpg" width="396" height="240" alt="" />
+
+<p>"We can see the pigs," said Peter. "Perhaps
+they will grunt at us."</p>
+
+<p>They drove to the farm in a low sled.
+When they were out of the village, Mr. Howe
+stopped.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you wish to ride on the runners?"
+he asked.</p>
+
+<p>This was a great treat. Peter and Polly
+could never "catch rides" on people's sleds.
+Some of the other children were allowed to
+do this. But father showed Peter and Polly
+how they might get hurt.</p>
+
+<p>He said, "If you 'catch rides,' I shall
+worry. I shall worry all the time. So I ask
+you not to do it. When you drive with me,
+you may 'catch rides' all you please."<span class="pagenum">[90]</span></p>
+
+<p>So, on the way to Farmer Brown's, he
+drove slowly. And the children jumped on
+and off the sled at any time they wished.
+It was fun.</p>
+
+<p>The road followed the river all the way.
+But the river could not sing now. It was
+covered with ice.</p>
+
+<p>They passed through thick woods. Many
+of the trees were cedar. They are evergreens.
+So they had not lost their leaves.</p>
+
+<p>"Look there," said father, stopping the
+horse.</p>
+
+<p>On one tree were many little birds. They
+looked black and gray. They were hopping
+about from twig to twig. They were calling,
+"Chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee."</p>
+
+<p>"I know them," said Polly. "They are
+saying their own names over and over. They
+are getting their breakfast. Aren't they cold
+at night, father? Where do they sleep? I
+wish they would come to our house."</p>
+
+<p>"I hope they sleep in some old hole, Polly.
+Then they can keep one another warm. Perhaps
+they rent part of a woodpecker's hole
+for the winter.</p>
+
+<p>"We must put out some food for the birds
+to-morrow. Do not let me forget."<span class="pagenum">[91]</span></p>
+
+<p>At last Mr. Brown's house was in sight.
+The farmer and his wife came to the door to
+meet them.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, well," said Mr. Brown, "here are
+our little friends. Your cheeks are red.
+You look as if you had been running.
+Didn't your father give you a ride?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes," said Polly. "But we have
+been running behind. We have been catching
+rides on his sled. He lets us.</p>
+
+<p>"He lets us ride on the runners, too. He
+does not wish us to do it except on his sled."</p>
+
+<p>"I hope that you mind him," said Mr.
+Brown.</p>
+
+<p>"We do," said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Shall we go out to the barn?" asked the
+farmer. "Where is Wag-wag? Didn't you
+bring him? He might have come."</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't know he was invited," said Polly.
+"Yes, let's go to the barn. Let's see everything
+you have there. Have you any little
+lambs?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is not quite time for little lambs yet.
+But you can see all the sheep. They look
+fatter than they did last summer. That is
+because their wool has grown longer. When
+we get back, it will be dinner time."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[92]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus092.jpg" width="400" height="120" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_STAG">THE STAG</h2>
+
+<p>"There is one hen that goes up into the
+hay," said Farmer Brown. "I think she lays
+her eggs there. But I cannot find them."</p>
+
+<p>"Let us go up into the hay to look for
+them," said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>So the children hunted. The barn was
+not very cold. Still it was not so nice as
+in the summer time.</p>
+
+<p>At last Polly nearly tumbled over something.
+It was the brown hen. She flew
+away with a loud cackle. Then Polly saw
+four eggs lying in the hay.</p>
+
+<p>"I've found them, I've found them!" she
+shouted. She gave Peter two and took two
+herself. Then they went down to show
+Mr. Brown.</p>
+
+<p>"You have sharp eyes," he said.</p>
+
+<p>"I used to think I could see better if I
+had spectacles," said Polly. "I used to
+think that I should have four eyes then."<span class="pagenum">[93]</span></p>
+
+<p>"I am going to feed the horses now,"
+said Mr. Brown. "You may come."</p>
+
+<p>While Mr. Brown did this, Peter and
+Polly looked carefully at each horse. They
+were hunting for one that they knew.</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus093.jpg" width="398" height="338" alt="" />
+
+<p>It was the old brown mare. They had
+ridden horseback on her last summer.
+That was when they went with John to
+hunt for the turtle's eggs.</p>
+
+<p>"There she is, I think," said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you looking for John's mare?
+Yes, that is the one," said Farmer Brown.<span class="pagenum">[94]</span>
+"You will not need her to ride any more.
+I hear you have a pony of your own."</p>
+
+<p>Then the children told him about their
+pony. They told him about the Christmas
+tree.</p>
+
+<p>"Ho, ho!" laughed Farmer Brown.
+"Who ever heard of a pony on a Christmas
+tree?"</p>
+
+<p>"But think of a pony in a letter box,"
+said Polly. And Farmer Brown laughed
+still more.</p>
+
+<p>How warm the cow stable was! Polly
+said, "How can it be so warm? There is
+no stove."</p>
+
+<p>"The cows themselves make it warm,"
+said Mr. Brown. "See, here is one just
+the color of a deer. Isn't she pretty?"</p>
+
+<p>"I guess the deer would be glad, if they
+had such a nice, warm house," said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, the winter is hard for them. It is
+cold, and food is not easy to find. There
+are two that sometimes come to our barnyard.
+I give them grain and hay and salt."</p>
+
+<p>"I wish I could see a deer to-day," said
+Polly. "Let us go to the barnyard and
+look."</p>
+
+<p>"We will feed the sheep now, Polly.<span class="pagenum">[95]</span>
+You can watch for one while I am doing
+that."</p>
+
+<p>When the sheep were fed, it was dinner
+time. After dinner Mrs. Brown let the
+children play on the piazza.</p>
+
+<p>All at once Peter said, "See the pretty
+cow coming down from the woods. Whose
+is she? Perhaps she is lost."</p>
+
+<p>"Where, Peter?" asked Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Coming across the field. Now it is
+right there near the fence."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, oh!" cried Polly. "That isn't a
+cow. I think it is a deer. See its horns."</p>
+
+<p>She called to Mr. Brown. Just as he
+came out of the house, the deer reached the
+fence. He walked quite close to it. Then
+he jumped over it.</p>
+
+<p>"A pretty jump," said Mr. Brown.
+"The fence is more than four feet high.
+That is a fine stag. A stag is a father
+deer, you know."</p>
+
+<p>The stag walked across the road. He
+jumped another high fence. Then he
+went off up the railroad track.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh," said Polly, "I wish I could jump
+like that. He didn't run at all."</p>
+
+<p>"It was a pretty sight," said Mr. Brown.<span class="pagenum">[96]</span>
+"I am sorry the old fellow did not stop for
+dinner. I am afraid he will have nothing
+better than bark and twigs, now."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus096.jpg" width="394" height="366" alt="" />
+
+<p>"It wasn't a cow, was it?" asked Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"Cows can't jump like that, Peter.
+Though perhaps one did. I have heard of
+a cow that jumped over the moon. Have
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I have. But I know she didn't
+really. Oh, here is father. We will tell
+him about my pretty cow."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[97]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus097.jpg" width="400" height="133" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="POLLYS_BIRD_PARTY">POLLY'S BIRD PARTY</h2>
+
+<p>"Do you remember something, father?"
+asked Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it, chick?"</p>
+
+<p>"Something you told me not to forget,
+father."</p>
+
+<p>"Let me think. What was it? Yes, I
+remember now. We were to put out some
+food for the birds. Is that it?"</p>
+
+<p>"That is it. So, let us do it now."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," said father. "We will. But
+mother must help. She must give us bones."</p>
+
+<p>"Bones!" said Polly. "Birds don't eat
+bones. But dogs do. If we put out bones,
+Wag-wag will get them."</p>
+
+<p>"Wag-wag will not get these," said father.
+"I shall tie them up in the trees. Wag-wag
+has not learned to climb trees."</p>
+
+<p>"I saw him trying one day," said Polly.
+"He was after a chipmunk. The chipmunk
+ran up a tree. Wag-wag put his fore paws<span class="pagenum">[98]</span>
+on the trunk. He stood up on his hind
+feet. He tried hard to get up that trunk.
+He barked and barked."</p>
+
+<p>"What did the chipmunk do?" asked
+father.</p>
+
+<p>"The chipmunk stopped on a branch
+over his head. He sat there and chattered.
+Grandmother said he was laughing.</p>
+
+<p>"She told me he was saying, 'You can't
+come up, Wag-wag. You can't come up.
+You don't know how to climb. I am
+safe!'"</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps he was saying that," said father.
+"Now here are the bones."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I see," said Polly. "They have
+meat and fat on them. That is for the
+birds. They need not try to eat bones."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, and here is grass seed. Some
+birds would rather have that. And here
+is cracked corn, too. It is for the larger
+birds."</p>
+
+<p>He put the grass seed into small baskets.
+He did the same with the corn.</p>
+
+<p>"Now we are ready," he said. "You
+help me carry these things out. I will
+come back for the stepladder."</p>
+
+<p>Soon father had tied the bones to the<span class="pagenum">[99]</span>
+trees. He put them on the small branches.
+He tied them so that the birds could get at
+them easily. The birds could perch on the
+branches and peck at the meat.</p>
+
+<p>He said, "I will not tie them to large
+branches. Some cat might walk out and
+catch our birds."</p>
+
+<p>Then he fastened up the baskets. He
+fastened them tightly. They could not
+swing. The birds could perch upon the
+edge and eat the seeds and the corn.</p>
+
+<p>"Now our party is ready," said father.
+"Do you suppose anything will come to
+it? We will keep food here the rest of the
+winter."</p>
+
+<p>How Peter and Polly watched the food!
+It seemed as if the birds would never come.
+But at last they found it.</p>
+
+<p>The very next morning Polly saw two
+birds eating there. She did not know what
+they were. She ran to tell mother.</p>
+
+<p>"See our birds!" she cried. "We have
+two. What are they, oh, what are they?"</p>
+
+<p>"You know them in the summer," said
+mother. "Then the father bird is yellow
+and black. You call them your canaries."</p>
+
+<p>"But they have changed their clothes,"<span class="pagenum">[100]</span>
+said Polly. "They do not look the same.
+They are not so pretty."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus100.jpg" width="400" height="328" alt="" />
+
+<p>"Many birds change their color," said
+mother. "Do you dress in the winter just
+as you do in the summer? How those
+birds like the seeds!"</p>
+
+<p>"There, there!" cried Polly. "See that
+big bird. He is after the meat. I know
+him. He is a blue jay. Don't you frighten
+away my other birds, Mr. Blue Jay."</p>
+
+<p>It was not long before many birds found
+the food. Day after day the chick-a-dees
+feasted. A few crows came. Once a flock<span class="pagenum">[101]</span>
+of snowbirds stopped at the party. And
+there were many that Peter and Polly did
+not know.</p>
+
+<p>One day Polly saw a bird that she liked
+very much. It was a robin. She was surprised
+and pleased.</p>
+
+<p>"I did not know that robins were here
+in cold weather," she said to him. "I like
+you best of all. You make me think of
+spring. Peter likes winter best. But I like
+you and spring. Please come to see me
+every day."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus101.jpg" width="400" height="246" alt="" />
+
+<p>And the robin did for nearly a month.
+Then he came no more. Perhaps he grew
+tired of waiting for spring. Perhaps he
+flew south to find it. Polly never knew.</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[102]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus102.jpg" width="398" height="135" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_NEW_SLED">THE NEW SLED</h2>
+
+<p>"I am going to begin to make something
+to-day," said father. "The stove is lighted.
+The workshop is warm. Who will be my
+helper?"</p>
+
+<p>"I will," said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"I will," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well. You may both help.
+Come to the shop and guess what we are
+to make."</p>
+
+<p>The workshop was in Mr. Howe's barn.
+In it was a large workbench. Tools hung
+on the walls. A box of tools was near the
+bench.</p>
+
+<p>On the other side of the shop there was
+a very low workbench. It had two drawers.
+In the drawers were tools.</p>
+
+<p>There were two small hammers. There
+were two small saws. There were two
+small screw drivers. There were two pots
+of glue. There were nails, tacks, and screws.<span class="pagenum">[103]</span></p>
+
+<p>The big bench and the big tools were
+for Mr. Howe. The little bench and the
+little tools were for Peter and Polly.</p>
+
+<p>It was not hard to guess what was to be
+made. Father had laid the pieces of wood
+together. Any one could tell what they
+would make.</p>
+
+<p>"It's a sled like your low one," said
+Polly. "I think it must be for Brownie.
+It is too small for a big horse."</p>
+
+<p>"That is just what it is, Polly. Grandmother
+wished to give you a sleigh. But
+this will be better. If you tip over, you
+will not fall far.</p>
+
+<p>"I am glad to have you learn to use
+Brownie in the winter, too. The snow will
+make a soft cushion, if you fall off your
+sled."</p>
+
+<p>The parts of the sled had been made for
+father. He needed only to put them together.
+This did not take very long.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," said father, "the carpenters have
+finished their work. We must draw our
+sled to the blacksmith's shop."</p>
+
+<p>"What for?" asked Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"For the iron runners, my boy. They
+will make your sled slip easily. The blacksmith<span class="pagenum">[104]</span>
+has been making them. He says
+that he will fit them on to-morrow."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus104.jpg" width="146" height="341" alt="" class="split" />
+
+<p>So the three took the
+sled to the blacksmith.
+On the way Polly rode a
+little. Then Peter rode
+a little. Father was the
+horse.</p>
+
+<p>Once he played that he
+was running away. He
+tumbled Polly off into the
+soft snow. The children
+thought this great fun.</p>
+
+<p>At the blacksmith's shop
+they saw the runners.
+These did not quite fit the
+wooden runners. Polly
+felt sorry about this.</p>
+
+<p>But the blacksmith said, "Never you
+mind, Polly. I can heat them at the forge.
+That will make them soft. Then I can
+bend them as I wish.</p>
+
+<p>"You ought to know about this.
+Haven't you seen me shoe horses? Haven't
+you seen me make the shoes fit?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Polly. "But, you see, I
+forgot about that."<span class="pagenum">[105]</span></p>
+
+<p>The next afternoon the sled came home.
+The blacksmith's boy drew it. The iron
+runners were on. They fitted well.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," said father, "we have another
+job to begin to-morrow. We must paint
+the sled. What color shall it be?"</p>
+
+<p>The children talked about it a long time.</p>
+
+<p>At last Polly said, "Peter likes red and I
+like red. May we paint it red, father?"</p>
+
+<p>"Red is a good color," said father. "We
+will paint it red. See that your brushes are
+soft. You must help on the work, you know."</p>
+
+<p>The next day the painting began. Each
+child had a part to do all alone. Of course,
+Peter got paint on his hands. And there
+were large, red spots on his clothes. But
+they were old, and no one cared.</p>
+
+<p>The first coat of paint dried quickly in
+the warm room. Then another was put on,
+and the work was done.</p>
+
+<p>Peter and Polly went to the workshop
+many times a day to look at the sled.
+They touched the paint with their fingers.
+Surely it must be dry.</p>
+
+<p>At last father said, "The paint is hard
+now. The sled is ready for use. We will
+harness Brownie to it to-morrow."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[106]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus106.jpg" width="396" height="156" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="BROWNIE">BROWNIE</h2>
+
+<p>"Now may we harness Brownie?" asked
+Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Now you may," said father.</p>
+
+<p>He drew out the new, red sled. He put
+on Brownie's little harness. He helped the
+children harness her to the sled.</p>
+
+<p>They jumped in. Polly had the reins.
+She said, "Get up, Brownie," and Brownie
+walked out of the yard.</p>
+
+<p>"First, we will show grandmother," said
+Polly. "Brownie is grandmother's present.
+She must see us driving her."</p>
+
+<p>They stopped in front of grandmother's
+house. Peter went in to call her to the door.
+Polly held Brownie.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, well," said grandmother, "that is<span class="pagenum">[107]</span>
+nice. What a pretty sled you have. I like
+the color."</p>
+
+<p>"We helped to make it," said Polly.
+"We wished you to see us first. We are
+going to show the children now. Hear our
+pretty sleigh bells. Good-by."</p>
+
+<p>Down the hill Brownie trotted. Her
+bells jingled softly. She went across the
+railroad track and into the bridge.</p>
+
+<p>Some of the village children were looking
+over the railing. They were watching men
+cutting ice.</p>
+
+<p>When they saw Peter and Polly, they
+cried, "Here comes the pony! See Peter
+and Polly! Look at the red sled! Give us
+a ride! Oh, give us a ride!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, we will," said Polly. "Come up
+on the street, where it is smooth. Two of
+you get in with us. We will take two more
+by and by."</p>
+
+<p>Polly could drive quite well. She had
+often driven father's horse, when father took
+her with him. She let each child hold
+Brownie's reins.</p>
+
+<p>"Let more ride at once," said one of the
+girls. "There is room in the sled."</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Polly. "The pony is strong,<span class="pagenum">[108]</span>
+but she is little. I will not let her drag more
+than four. And two are enough, going uphill."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus108.jpg" width="386" height="502" alt="" />
+
+<p>So they trotted up and down the street.
+Sometimes the boys and girls who were not<span class="pagenum">[109]</span>
+riding ran by Brownie's side. Brownie
+seemed to enjoy the fun as much as any of
+them.</p>
+
+<p>At last it was time to go home. The children
+all patted the pony. This was to thank
+her for the good time she had given them.
+Then Peter and Polly drove away, up the
+hill.</p>
+
+<p>Mother came out of the house. She said,
+"Do you think you can do an errand for
+me? Can you drive to the creamery? I
+wish some buttermilk. Here is a pail for it."</p>
+
+<p>"What fun," said Polly. "Yes, of course,
+we can do that. You hold the pail, Peter."</p>
+
+<p>Down the hill they trotted again. At the
+creamery, Polly took the pail. She went
+inside.</p>
+
+<p>She said, "Have you some buttermilk for
+me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Plenty," said the creamery man. "Just
+hold your pail under the faucet."</p>
+
+<p>"See our new pony," said Polly. "See
+our new sled."</p>
+
+<p>"Are you driving your pony? I saw her
+the day she came. She is a fine pony. If
+you tip over going home, come back for
+more buttermilk."<span class="pagenum">[110]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Thank you," said Polly. "We have not
+tipped over yet."</p>
+
+<p>"There always has to be a first time,"
+said the man.</p>
+
+<p>Going up the hill, Polly said, "We are
+nearly home. Perhaps we shall not tip over
+to-day. Why does every one think that we
+shall?"</p>
+
+<p>But, as they turned into their driveway,
+Polly pulled the wrong rein. Brownie
+stepped to the side of the road. One of the
+sled runners struck a bank of snow.</p>
+
+<p>Over went sled, children, and buttermilk.
+Brownie stopped and looked around. Polly
+was standing on her head in the soft snow.
+Peter was covered with buttermilk. No one
+was hurt.</p>
+
+<p>Polly scrambled up. She pulled Peter
+to his feet. She said, "Don't cry, Peter.
+Buttermilk will not hurt you. You like it."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I do," said Peter. "But that is
+inside, not outside. How would you like it
+down your neck?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said Polly, "you get into the sled
+again. We must go back for more buttermilk.
+You may drive all the way. Perhaps
+you won't tip us over."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[111]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus111.jpg" width="400" height="224" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="DISH-PAN_SLEDS">DISH-PAN SLEDS</h2>
+
+<p>"Peter and Polly," said mother, "should
+you like to play a new game?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, oh, yes! Tell us fast!" cried
+both children.</p>
+
+<p>"I cannot tell you," said mother. "But
+I will show you. Get ready to go out of
+doors. Here comes Tim. That is good.
+He may play, too."</p>
+
+<p>"How many can be in this game,
+mother?"</p>
+
+<p>"Ever so many, Polly. Please take
+this dish pan. Peter, carry this pan. Tim,
+here is one for you. Now follow me."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Howe went through the open gate
+into the hayfield. A hard crust was on the
+top of the snow.<span class="pagenum">[112]</span></p>
+
+<p>"See, children," she said, "what a fine
+crust. It holds me up. It is just right for
+sliding. By and by the sun will make it soft."</p>
+
+<p>"I wish we had our sleds," said Peter.
+"Let's go back for them."</p>
+
+<p>"You have them with you," said mother.
+"That is the game."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't see any game," said Peter. "And
+I don't see any sleds."</p>
+
+<p>"Then I will show you, my son. Bring
+your big pan here. Put it down on the
+edge of the hill. Now sit in it. Hold on
+to the handles. Keep your feet up. You
+need not steer. You can't run into anything
+here. Now go."</p>
+
+<p>Mother gave Peter a push. Away he
+went on the icy crust.</p>
+
+<p>"Mother, mother!" cried Polly, jumping
+up and down. "Look at Peter, look! I
+want to go! I want to go!"</p>
+
+<p>"In a minute," said mother. "Watch
+Peter, first."</p>
+
+<p>Peter's dish-pan sled was not like a real
+sled. It did not go straight. It turned
+around and around. First Peter slid backward,
+then sideways. At last he reached
+the bottom.<span class="pagenum">[113]</span></p>
+
+<img src="images/illus113.jpg" width="390" height="344" alt="" />
+
+<p>He stood up and looked around. Then
+he laughed.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you like it, Peter?" called mother.</p>
+
+<p>"I did! I did!" cried Peter. "It felt just
+like sliding and rolling down hill at the same
+time. I am going to play this game all the
+morning. Let's all go now."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," said mother. "If you bump
+into one another, it won't hurt you. Get
+ready."</p>
+
+<p>So the children, in their dish-pan sleds,<span class="pagenum">[114]</span>
+started down the hill. Polly bumped into
+Tim. This made him spin around and
+around. Polly went the rest of the way
+backward. Near the bottom she fell out.</p>
+
+<p>Just then Wag-wag came running up the
+field. He was dragging Peter's sled behind
+him.</p>
+
+<p>He had heard the children and was coming
+to find them. Perhaps he thought they had
+forgotten Peter's sled.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, look, look!" said Polly. "Wag-wag
+has a sled, too. Let's give him a slide.
+Come here, Wag-wag. Come here, sir."</p>
+
+<p>But Wag-wag would not come. Instead,
+he ran up the hill past Mrs. Howe. The
+children picked up their dish pans and
+chased him.</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind," said mother. "When
+he is tired of playing with the sled, he may
+bring it back. Or you can go after it.</p>
+
+<p>"Now good-by. Slide until the crust is
+soft. Then come in. Do you like the new
+game, children?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, we do, we do!" they all cried.</p>
+
+<p>"And we like our new sleds, mother. We
+are going to name them," said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"I am going to tell my mother not to<span class="pagenum">[115]</span>
+wash dishes any more. I am going to tell
+her to give me her dish pan," said Tim.</p>
+
+<p>The children slid for a long time. At last
+the crust began to be soft. They sank in a
+little at every step.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall slide once more," Polly said.
+"Then I shall go home."</p>
+
+<p>"I shall get my sled first," said Peter.
+"I wish Wag-wag had not left it so far
+away."</p>
+
+<p>Peter started across the field. Before
+long, he came to a place where the snow
+was very soft. He sank into it as far as his
+legs could go. He could not get to the sled.
+So he went home feeling quite cross.</p>
+
+<p>Tim's father was in the yard. He had
+come for Tim. Collie was with him.</p>
+
+<p>Peter said, "Wag-wag is a bad dog. He
+left my sled out in the field. The snow is
+soft. I cannot get to it."</p>
+
+<p>Tim said, "My father will send Collie
+after your sled, Peter. Won't you, father?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, will you?" asked Peter. "I shall
+want to slide in the road after dinner. Dish
+pans are not good in the road. So I need
+my sled."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, yes," said Tim's father. "Collie<span class="pagenum">[116]</span>
+can get it. He will not break through the
+crust as you do."</p>
+
+<p>He showed Tim's sled to Collie. He put
+the rope into Collie's mouth. He pointed
+to the end of the big field. Then he said,
+"Collie, go bring the sled."</p>
+
+<p>Collie was a wise dog. He understood
+many things that were said to him. He
+knew what his master wished him to do
+now.</p>
+
+<p>He went running over the snow. He
+found the sled and drew it home.</p>
+
+<p>"Good old Collie," said his master, patting
+him.</p>
+
+<p>"There," said Tim, "I told you Collie
+is smarter than Wag-wag. He is, too."</p>
+
+<p>"Maybe he isn't," said Peter. "Maybe
+Wag-wag was smart to leave my sled there.
+But anyway I like Collie because he got it
+for me."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus116.jpg" width="392" height="174" alt="" />
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[117]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus117.jpg" width="400" height="112" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="CAT_AND_COPY-CAT">CAT AND COPY-CAT</h2>
+
+<p>One winter day grandmother had been
+visiting Mrs. Brown. In the afternoon she
+started for home. The sun was warm.
+The snow was packed hard in the road.
+The walking was good.</p>
+
+<p>Grandmother liked the cold, crisp air.
+She liked the blue sky, and the hills and fields
+all white with snow. She liked to hear the
+chick-a-dees, calling among the trees.</p>
+
+<p>She was halfway home, when she heard
+a noise behind her. It was, "Meow, meow."</p>
+
+<p>"That sounds like a cat," said grandmother
+to herself. "But, of course, it is
+not. No cat would be in these woods in
+winter."</p>
+
+<p>"Meow, meow," came the sound again.</p>
+
+<p>This time grandmother looked around.
+What do you think she saw? There, in the
+road behind her, were two black and white
+kittens. They were trotting along side by
+side. They looked just alike.<span class="pagenum">[118]</span></p>
+
+<p>Grandmother stopped and called, "Kitty,
+kitty, kitty! Come here, you pretty kitties.
+Where did you come from? Are you following
+me?"</p>
+
+<p>As soon as grandmother stopped, the kittens,
+too, stopped. She went back toward
+them. When she did this, the kittens turned
+and ran away. They did not wish to be
+caught.</p>
+
+<p>Grandmother called to them again. She
+tried in every way to get near them. But
+she could not.</p>
+
+<p>At last she said, "Poor kittens! You do
+not know that I am your friend. I do not
+like to leave you here in the cold. But I
+cannot stay any longer. I must go home."</p>
+
+<p>So she walked on up the road. When
+the kittens saw this, they started after her.
+She looked back and saw them following.
+Side by side they came, their little pointed
+tails straight up.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I never!" said grandmother to
+herself. "Now, do you suppose they will
+follow me home?"</p>
+
+<p>She kept looking back to see. Every time
+she looked, the kittens were coming. But,
+if she stopped, they stopped.<span class="pagenum">[119]</span></p>
+
+<p>Through the village they went. They
+did not seem afraid. There were no people
+about. Not a dog was to be seen.</p>
+
+<p>At last they reached grandmother's house.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," said grandmother, "you have followed
+me to my door. Are you looking for
+a new home? Did you pick me out to be
+your mistress? If you really wish to live
+with me, you may. We shall see."</p>
+
+<p>She unlocked the door and went in. She
+left the door open. And after her went the
+two black and white kittens. They ran
+under the stove at once. Then grandmother
+shut the door.</p>
+
+<p>In a short time she gave them some warm
+milk. When they had finished it, they took
+a walk around the room.</p>
+
+<p>One found grandmother's workbasket.
+Then he felt sure that he should like his new
+home. He began to play with the spools.</p>
+
+<p>His brother saw him. He thought he
+should like a game, too. So he rolled some
+of the spools out on the floor. But grandmother
+put the basket away before they did
+much harm.</p>
+
+<p>Just then the telephone bell rang. The
+kittens both looked around. One jumped<span class="pagenum">[120]</span>
+upon the table. From there he jumped to
+the telephone box.</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus120.jpg" width="400" height="250" alt="" />
+
+<p>He put his paw on the bell, which kept
+ringing. Perhaps he thought it would play
+with him. Perhaps he did not like the noise.</p>
+
+<p>Then one jumped up into grandmother's
+lap. She patted it; and soon the other
+came, too.</p>
+
+<p>"You funny kittens," said grandmother.
+"You are almost alike. You, sir, have a
+black spot on this leg. You have not. If
+you are to be my kittens, I must name you.</p>
+
+<p>"You are so nearly alike, I shall call you
+Cat and Copy-cat. And, if you are good,
+you shall always live with me.</p>
+
+<p>"Now I will telephone to Peter and Polly
+about you."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[121]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus121.jpg" width="396" height="105" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="POLLYS_SNOWSHOES">POLLY'S SNOWSHOES</h2>
+
+<p>"Peter, I've thought of something. Let's
+make some snowshoes."</p>
+
+<p>"How do you do it, Polly?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think I know. I saw a pair this
+morning. They were made of barrel
+staves. They are not real snowshoes, of
+course."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not," said Peter. "Father's
+snowshoes are not made of barrel staves.
+Let's go to look at his. Let's make some
+like them."</p>
+
+<p>"We can't, Peter. But we can make the
+other kind. Let's see if there is a broken
+barrel. Then we'll ask mother if we may
+have four staves."</p>
+
+<p>"My flour barrel is just empty," said
+mother. "We will roll it outside. I will
+knock it to pieces. Then you may have
+your four staves. Please clean them out
+of doors. If you do not, you will get flour
+all over the workshop."<span class="pagenum">[122]</span></p>
+
+<p>When the children took the staves into
+the workshop, Peter said, "What next?"</p>
+
+<p>"We want four strips of leather next.
+They are for straps. We will tack one
+strap on each stave. They will go across
+the staves. We will tack them at the
+sides. They must be loose. We shall put
+our toes under them."</p>
+
+<p>"How will our snowshoes stay on?"
+asked Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll show you by and by. I must ask
+mother to cut this leather for me."</p>
+
+<p>When the leather was cut, Polly tacked
+on the straps. The snowshoes now looked
+like this:</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus122.jpg" width="400" height="71" alt="" />
+
+<p>"I wish to put mine on," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>So he stuck his toes under the leather
+straps. He scuffed over the floor. Then
+he tried to go backward. But he only
+pulled his feet out of the leather straps.</p>
+
+<p>"They will not stay on. I knew they
+would not," he said. "I do not like them
+very well."<span class="pagenum">[123]</span></p>
+
+<p>"I'm fixing mine so that they will stay
+on," said Polly. "I will fix yours, too."</p>
+
+<p>To each end of the leather straps Polly
+had tied a piece of soft rope. Her snowshoes
+now looked like this:</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus123.jpg" width="396" height="76" alt="" />
+
+<p>"Put your toes under the straps, Peter.
+I will wind the ropes back of your heels.
+Now they go around your ankles and tie in
+front. See if the snowshoes will come off
+now."</p>
+
+<p>Peter scuffed around the room again.
+The snowshoes held fast. They worked
+very well when he scuffed. But, if he tried
+to step, the backs flew up and hit him.</p>
+
+<p>"Father's don't do that," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"I know it," said Polly. "There are
+holes in father's. His toes go down
+through those holes. You haven't any
+holes. So your toes push the front of
+your snowshoes down. Then the backs
+fly up and hit you. You must scuff, not
+walk."</p>
+
+<p>"I will," said Peter. "Let's go out of<span class="pagenum">[124]</span>
+doors and try them. They are good snowshoes
+now."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus124.jpg" width="394" height="308" alt="" />
+
+<p>So out the children went. There was
+a little crust. The children walked on it.
+Their snowshoes held them up.</p>
+
+<p>They called to mother. She must see
+them. Mother looked through the window.
+She clapped her hands.</p>
+
+<p>All went well for a few steps. Then
+the toe of Polly's snowshoe caught. It cut
+into the crust.</p>
+
+<p>This pulled Polly forward. She fell on
+her face. Her arms stuck down into the<span class="pagenum">[125]</span>
+snow. The points of her snowshoes stuck
+down into the snow, too. At first Polly
+could not get up.</p>
+
+<p>Then she rolled over on her side. She
+was almost on her feet again, when Wag-wag
+dashed up.</p>
+
+<p>He had seen Polly rolling in the snow.
+He thought it was a game. He wished to
+play, too.</p>
+
+<p>He took the end of one snowshoe in his
+teeth. He pulled and pulled. He shook
+the snowshoe. Then he jumped around
+Polly and on her.</p>
+
+<p>Polly was laughing so that she could not
+scold him. She could only say, "Oh, don't,
+Wag-wag! Don't!"</p>
+
+<p>Mother and Peter were laughing. And
+perhaps Wag-wag was laughing, too.</p>
+
+<p>At last he stopped playing. Mother
+came out of the house. She threw a broom
+to Polly. Polly helped herself up with
+this.</p>
+
+<p>She said, "These are good snowshoes.
+They are best when I am on them. They
+are not so good when I am down. But I
+think that I can do better than that next
+time."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[126]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus126.jpg" width="396" height="117" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_WOODS_IN_WINTER">THE WOODS IN WINTER</h2>
+
+<p>"We are going on a picnic to-day, chicks,"
+said Mr. Howe.</p>
+
+<p>"A picnic, father! I thought picnics were
+in summer."</p>
+
+<p>"So they are, Polly. But why not have
+a winter picnic, too? I am going into the
+woods. You may come, if you wish."</p>
+
+<p>"But at picnics we have things to eat.
+We eat out of doors."</p>
+
+<p>"We shall have things to eat to-day.
+And we shall eat out of doors, too."</p>
+
+<p>"But, father, we shall be cold!"</p>
+
+<p>"What keeps us warm in the house in
+winter, Polly?"</p>
+
+<p>"A fire," said Polly. "Oh, now I know,
+now I know! You will build a fire in the
+woods. Once you promised me that you
+would. Goody, goody, goody, goody!"
+And Polly jumped up and down for joy.</p>
+
+<p>"What shall we eat?" asked Peter.
+"Just bread and butter?"<span class="pagenum">[127]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no," said father. "We shall have
+bread and butter, of course. But we shall
+have other things, too. We will cook our
+dinner."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, oh, oh!" cried both children.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you glad? I thought you would
+like it. Now help me get ready. Please
+get my knapsack, Polly."</p>
+
+<p>In the kitchen, mother was busy spreading
+bread. She wrapped paper around the
+slices. She put coffee into a small, cheese-cloth
+bag. She filled a flat bottle with
+milk.</p>
+
+<p>Father took six eggs. He rolled them up
+in paper. He put a jar of bacon into his
+knapsack. Then the bread, coffee, and eggs
+were fitted in. The bottle of milk went into
+his pocket.</p>
+
+<p>"We will take my camp dishes," he said.
+"I will fasten my hatchet to my belt. Get
+on your things, and we are ready."</p>
+
+<p>"Let's play that we are Indians," said
+Polly. "Where are we going, father?"</p>
+
+<p>"Up the wood road on the hill. I must
+see if all our wood has been cut. We need
+a little for our furnace, a little for our stove,
+and a great deal for our fireplaces.<span class="pagenum">[128]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Let's all keep our eyes wide open to-day.
+We may see interesting things."</p>
+
+<p>"I think that cooking our dinner will be
+interesting, father. I almost wish it were
+dinner time now."</p>
+
+<p>"We will build our fire where our trees
+have been cut.
+There we shall find
+plenty of firewood,"
+said father.</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus128.jpg" width="150" height="301" alt="" class="splitr" />
+
+<p>"See those tracks
+in the snow, children.
+A rabbit has been
+here. Yes, this hollow
+is where he lies.
+The snow is packed
+hard. It is a little
+dirty, too. Perhaps
+he is near by, watching
+us."</p>
+
+<p>"Poor rabbit," said
+Polly. "What a
+cold bed. The Eskimos
+have snow
+beds. But they have fur rugs to cover the
+snow."</p>
+
+<p>"The rabbit has one between him and the<span class="pagenum">[129]</span>
+snow, too. Only his rug is on his back. It
+keeps him warm," said father.</p>
+
+<p>"Look, look!" cried Polly. "Over there
+by those trees!"</p>
+
+<p>"That's surely a rabbit, Polly. See him
+jump along. He is nearly as white as the
+snow. He did not wait for us to call, did he?"</p>
+
+<p>"What big jumps," said Polly. "I think
+he could beat Wag-wag."</p>
+
+<p>"I am sure that he could, Polly. His
+hind legs are very long. They are made
+for jumping. He can take twice as big
+jumps as he is taking now. But he will
+not, unless we frighten him."</p>
+
+<p>"Why doesn't he go into a hole in the
+winter? Why doesn't he sleep until spring
+comes? The woodchuck does. Why doesn't
+he?" asked Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"He is not made so that he can. Some
+animals store up fat on themselves. In the
+winter they go to sleep.</p>
+
+<p>"Then they seem to live on that fat.
+For, in the spring, they are always thin
+and hungry looking.</p>
+
+<p>"You couldn't do that, you know. And
+the rabbit cannot do it. What are those
+birds, Peter?"<span class="pagenum">[130]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Chickadees," said Peter. "I always
+know them. They cannot fool me. They
+never say anything but 'chick-a-dee.'"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, they do, my son. Listen!
+What is that? There it is again."</p>
+
+<p>"Some one is whistling," said Polly.
+"Isn't it a pretty whistle?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is just two notes," said father.
+"Aren't they sweet and clear?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is quite near. But I cannot see any
+one. Are you doing it, father?" asked
+Polly. "Why, now I can hear three
+people."</p>
+
+<p>"Look above you, Polly. You will see
+who is whistling."</p>
+
+<p>Polly looked. There on a limb of a tree
+was a chick-a-dee. He was singing those
+two notes. In the next tree another was
+singing two other notes.</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus130.jpg" width="150" height="97" alt="" class="split" />
+
+<p>"So you see, Peter, that they do say
+something besides 'chick-a-dee.'
+These two notes are
+their song. The other is just
+their talk. Perhaps you can
+learn to whistle those notes.</p>
+
+<p>"Here is the place where our wood has
+been cut. Let us look at it."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[131]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus131.jpg" width="398" height="129" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_WINTER_PICNIC">THE WINTER PICNIC</h2>
+
+<p>"Yes," said father, "we shall have plenty
+of wood. See, this wood with rough bark
+is maple. This, with smooth bark and
+lighter spots, is beech. We will not use it
+in our fireplaces. It might snap sparks out
+on the floor.</p>
+
+<p>"And here is some beautiful white birch.
+This is for our fireplaces. Here is yellow
+birch, too. Yes, there is plenty for next
+winter."</p>
+
+<p>"If we were really Indians, we could
+make canoes out of the white birch bark,"
+said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Isn't it nice here? The trees are thick
+all about us. How still it is!"</p>
+
+<p>"It is still in the woods in winter," said
+father. "I always like it."</p>
+
+<p>"I think it is too bad to cut the trees
+down, father. Will they grow again?"</p>
+
+<p>"See, Polly," said father. "We have<span class="pagenum">[132]</span>
+cut down only the largest trees. They
+were as large as they would ever be. Now
+the smaller ones will have a better chance
+to grow.</p>
+
+<p>"I would not cut them all down, unless
+I planted more. It would not be good for
+my land to do that.</p>
+
+<p>"This is the spot for our fire. Let us
+make it now."</p>
+
+<p>He found a place, near a log, where the
+snow was not deep. He cleared most of it
+away. There he built the fire. He used
+pieces of birch bark instead of paper.
+Small twigs made very good kindling wood.</p>
+
+<p>Peter and Polly pulled birch bark from
+the logs. They broke up the dry twigs.</p>
+
+<p>With his hatchet, father cut sticks of
+wood. He laid some of these on the fire.
+He stuck his kettle irons down into the
+snow. They looked like this:</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus132.jpg" width="150" height="106" alt="" class="splitr" />
+
+<p>Then he lighted the fire.</p>
+
+<p>He filled the coffeepot
+with snow. He hung it on
+the hook of the kettle irons.
+It was quite near the blaze. When the
+snow had melted, more was put in.</p>
+
+<p>Father said, "It takes much snow to<span class="pagenum">[133]</span>
+make a coffeepot full of water. When the
+water boils, we will put in the bag of
+coffee."</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus133.jpg" width="398" height="488" alt="" />
+
+<p>Polly had taken out the camp dishes. She
+said, "We must have three plates, three cups,
+three knives and forks and spoons. I will<span class="pagenum">[134]</span>
+put them on this log. I will put the bread
+and butter on the log, too."</p>
+
+<p>Father had cut a straight stick. It looked
+like a cane. He took out the frying pan.</p>
+
+<p>"This stick is my handle," said he.
+"See where it fits in. Now I shall not
+need to stand too near the fire. Frying
+would be hot work, if I had not a long
+handle. Give me the bacon, Peter."</p>
+
+<p>Soon the bacon was cooking nicely.
+How good it smelled! Then the eggs were
+dropped into the pan.</p>
+
+<p>When they were fried, father said, "Dinner
+is ready. Bring your cups. You are
+to have a little coffee. It will be mostly
+milk."</p>
+
+<p>This was a great treat. Peter and Polly
+did not drink coffee at home. Then father
+gave them their bacon and eggs.</p>
+
+<p>"Why," said father, "I forgot the sugar
+for our coffee."</p>
+
+<p>"Mother did not," said Polly. "I saw her
+put it in, and here it is."</p>
+
+<p>How good everything tasted! They sat
+on the log near the fire to eat. So they
+were quite warm.</p>
+
+<p>"This is the best dinner I ever had,"<span class="pagenum">[135]</span>
+said Polly. "Who taught you to cook,
+father? I forgot all about playing Indians,
+I have been so busy."</p>
+
+<p>When dinner was over, father picked up
+the dishes. He wiped them with paper
+napkins. He put them into their case.
+Mother would wash them at home.</p>
+
+<p>The fire burned low. He threw some
+snow on it. This made it safe to leave.</p>
+
+<p>"Now I will show you some tracks," said
+he. "They were made by the white-footed
+mouse. See how small they are. That line
+in the snow is where he dragged his tail.</p>
+
+<p>"He must have gone up into this tree.
+But I cannot see him anywhere. Perhaps
+he lives in that old nest up there. He may
+have watched us eat our dinner."</p>
+
+<p>"Good-by, Mr. White-foot," called Polly.
+"We are sorry not to see you. We are
+going home now."</p>
+
+<p>Down the hill through the quiet woods
+they went. Polly had the big knapsack
+over her shoulder. It was quite empty now,
+and not at all heavy. Peter ran ahead.</p>
+
+<p>At the door, Polly said, "Thank you,
+father, for our good time. It is the best
+picnic that I ever had."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[136]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus136.jpg" width="396" height="209" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="THE_SEWING_LESSON">THE SEWING LESSON</h2>
+
+<p>"Mother," said Polly one day, "I wish I
+could sew something real. I am tired of
+my patchwork. I wish I could make a dress
+for my doll. She needs a new dress."</p>
+
+<p>"Then you shall try it, Polly. Go to
+the drawer in the sewing table. You will
+find a pattern at the back of the drawer.
+It is for you."</p>
+
+<p>"O mother!" said Polly. "How did
+you think of it?"</p>
+
+<p>"I knew you would need it soon.
+Here is the cloth for the dress."</p>
+
+<p>She gave Polly some pretty blue cloth.
+She said, "Spread it out on the table. Pin
+the pattern smoothly to the cloth. Be sure to
+pin it straight. Now cut around the edge."</p>
+
+<p>Polly worked very carefully. At last
+she said, "See, mother, this is what I have
+left. There was too much."<span class="pagenum">[137]</span></p>
+
+<p>Just then Peter came into the room.
+"What are you doing?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>"I am cutting out a doll's dress. See
+my pattern. See my pretty cloth."</p>
+
+<p>"What is this piece for?" asked Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing," said Polly. "That is left
+over. I do not need it at all."</p>
+
+<p>"I wish I could have it," said Peter. "I
+wish I could sew something, too."</p>
+
+<p>"You may have it," said mother. "You
+may sew something. What do you wish
+to sew?"</p>
+
+<p>"Let me see, mother. I think I will
+make me some clothes."</p>
+
+<p>"There is not quite cloth enough for
+that, Peter. Besides, it would be hard to
+do. Why not make a bean bag?"</p>
+
+<p>"That would be good," said Peter.
+"Where are the beans?"</p>
+
+<p>"You shall have them when the bag is
+finished," said mother.</p>
+
+<p>"But I must have them now. I must
+sew around them, mustn't I?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, dear. This is the way we do it.
+First we cut it right. Then we turn the
+edges. Then we baste them together.</p>
+
+<p>"Here is a little thimble. Here is a large<span class="pagenum">[138]</span>
+needle. Begin at this corner. Make your
+stitches as small as you can.</p>
+
+<p>"If they are too far apart, your beans will
+fall out, by and by. How are you getting
+on, Polly?"</p>
+
+<p>"I have some of the pieces basted together.
+May I stop basting and sew a little?"</p>
+
+<p>"If you like. Aren't you glad now that
+you can sew over and over so nicely?"</p>
+
+<p>Peter and Polly did not finish their work
+that day. But at last the bean bag was done.
+Then Peter took it to Tim's house. He
+wished to show Tim what he had made.</p>
+
+<p>At last the dress, too, was finished.
+How pleased Polly was! She put it on
+her doll at once.</p>
+
+<p>She said, "Now I will take her calling.
+I will show her to the other children.
+They will all wish to make dresses."</p>
+
+<p>"If they do, we will cut the patterns for
+them," said mother. "Perhaps we can
+have a little sewing school. I will be the
+teacher, and you may be my helper.
+Should you like that?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I should, I should, mother. You
+do think of nice things. I will go this
+minute and tell the other girls."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[139]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus139.jpg" width="398" height="227" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="FISHING_THROUGH_THE_ICE">FISHING THROUGH THE ICE</h2>
+
+<p>"I wish I could go fishing," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"You'll have to wait until summer," said
+Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Then I wish it were summer now."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Peter Howe! When it was summer,
+you wished for winter. Now it is winter,
+you would like it to be summer."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Peter. "You see, when I
+wished for winter, I forgot all about fishing.
+Anyway it will be summer soon."</p>
+
+<p>"Not very soon," said Polly. "Will it,
+mother?"</p>
+
+<p>"I will take you fishing," said father.</p>
+
+<p>"How can you?" cried Peter. "Can
+you make it summer?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, but I can take you fishing just the<span class="pagenum">[140]</span>
+same. Get ready and we will go. Polly
+may come, too, if she likes."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, oh, oh!" shouted Peter. "Where
+is my fish pole, mother?"</p>
+
+<p>"You will not need it, Peter," said father.
+"We shall need just our lines, hooks,
+sinkers, and bait.</p>
+
+<p>"Put an extra pair of mittens in your
+pocket. You might take the red ones that
+the snow man liked so well."</p>
+
+<p>They walked up the road. By and by
+they came to a bridge. At one end they
+climbed down to the river.</p>
+
+<p>Here they found a path. It took them
+on to the river. At the end of the path
+the snow was trodden down. Peter saw
+two holes in the ice.</p>
+
+<p>"Father," he said, "see those holes. Who
+made them?"</p>
+
+<p>"The blacksmith and his boy chopped
+them yesterday. Then they fished through
+them. You see now why the blacksmith
+did not shoe Brownie yesterday.</p>
+
+<p>"He knew you would be sorry about that.
+So he told me to bring you fishing."</p>
+
+<p>"I'd rather do this than anything else,"
+said Peter. "I will thank him for his holes."<span class="pagenum">[141]</span></p>
+
+<p>"You will not like to do it long," said
+father. "It is a cold day."</p>
+
+<p>He baited Polly's hook and Peter's hook.
+He showed them how far into the water to
+put their lines.</p>
+
+<p>Then he said, "While you are fishing, I
+will build a little fire. There are plenty of
+small pieces of wood by the bank. You
+may warm your fingers at my fire. Perhaps
+the fish will not bite to-day."</p>
+
+<p>"Did the blacksmith catch any?" asked
+Polly. "Oh, yes," said father.</p>
+
+<p>"Maybe he caught them all," said Polly.
+"I haven't had a bite yet. I am getting
+cold standing here."</p>
+
+<p>"Then come and warm your fingers at
+my fire," said father.</p>
+
+<p>Just then Peter said, "I feel something!"
+And he began to pull up his line.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as he pulled, Polly cried, "Oh,
+I feel something, too. It's a bite, a bite!"
+And she began to pull up her line.</p>
+
+<p>All at once they both stopped pulling.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm caught," said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm caught," said Peter. "It won't come
+any farther. But it jerks. Maybe it isn't
+caught. Maybe it's a big fish."<span class="pagenum">[142]</span></p>
+
+<img src="images/illus142.jpg" width="396" height="408" alt="" />
+
+<p>Father began to laugh. "I think your
+big fish is Polly," he said. "Let me see."</p>
+
+<p>He took Peter's line. He told Polly to
+let hers out slowly. Then he pulled. Surely
+enough, Peter's hook came up through his
+hole. Polly's hook came up, too.</p>
+
+<p>Peter and Polly had caught each other!
+How they laughed at this!</p>
+
+<p>Peter said, "I shall carry my big fish<span class="pagenum">[143]</span>
+home to mother. She will like it. But she
+will not cook it. Let us go now to tell
+her."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," said father. "Roll up your
+line. Then warm your hands before we
+start."</p>
+
+<p>Polly had dropped her hook back into the
+water. All in a minute she felt a good bite.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I have one, I have one!" she cried.</p>
+
+<p>"Pull in!" said father.</p>
+
+<p>Polly pulled. Up through the hole came
+a beautiful big trout.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, well, well!" said father. "Isn't
+that a beauty? I wonder how it happened
+to bite our pork. We must throw it back.
+It's too bad."</p>
+
+<p>"O father, my fish!" cried Polly. "Why
+did you? Wasn't it a good fish?"</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed it was, Polly. But back it had
+to go. We can't keep trout in the winter."</p>
+
+<p>"Then let's go home now," said Polly.
+"I might catch more. And I should not
+like to throw them back."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm all ready," said Peter. "I think we
+have had a good time. You caught a big
+fish and I caught a big fish and we can't eat
+either of them."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[144]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus144.jpg" width="400" height="135" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="MAKING_MOLASSES_CANDY">MAKING MOLASSES CANDY</h2>
+
+<p>It was a wet, rainy day. Peter and Polly
+had been out in the rain. It did not hurt
+them.</p>
+
+<p>They had on rubber boots, rubber coats,
+and rubber caps. Peter's rubber coat was
+yellow. Polly's was black. They played
+that they were firemen.</p>
+
+<p>In the afternoon, mother wished them to
+stay in the house.</p>
+
+<p>She said, "The rain makes the snow wet.
+It is not nice to play in. We will have a
+candy party. We will make molasses candy.
+You may each pull some."</p>
+
+<p>"I should rather do that than play out of
+doors," said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"So should I," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well, children. Put on your
+aprons. Now, Polly, get the molasses jug."</p>
+
+<p>Mother measured out the molasses. Then
+she put it on the stove to boil. Soon she<span class="pagenum">[145]</span>
+measured out some white sugar. She poured
+it into the molasses.</p>
+
+<p>"Peter, you may carry away the sugar.
+That is the way you helped grandmother,
+you know."</p>
+
+<p>"Now let me stir," said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no," said mother. "We do not stir
+this candy. I thought you knew better than
+that."</p>
+
+<p>Soon the molasses boiled. The children
+liked to watch it. They liked the good
+smell.</p>
+
+<p>Peter said, "See it bubble up just like our
+spring."</p>
+
+<p>"It is the steam, trying to get out, that
+makes the bubbles," said mother. "You
+know that steam is strong. You have seen
+it lift the lid of the teakettle.</p>
+
+<p>"Now let us try the candy. Bring a cup,
+Polly. Bring a cup, Peter. Fill them half
+full of cold water."</p>
+
+<p>Mother dipped a spoon into the boiling
+candy. She poured part of the spoonful
+into Polly's cup, and the rest into Peter's cup.</p>
+
+<p>"Let it stand a minute. Then we will
+see if the candy is hard enough to pull. After
+that you may eat it."<span class="pagenum">[146]</span></p>
+
+<img src="images/illus146.jpg" width="392" height="246" alt="" />
+
+<p>This was just what the children wished to
+do. They were glad because mother had to
+try the candy again.</p>
+
+<p>At last, it was poured into cake tins. It
+was set out of doors to cool. There was
+a big tin for mother, a little tin for Polly, and
+a little tin for Peter.</p>
+
+<p>Peter and Polly could hardly wait for the
+candy to cool. They were in such a hurry
+to begin pulling it. Polly stuck her finger
+into hers before it was ready. It almost
+burned her.</p>
+
+<p>A few minutes after this, mother said,
+"Yours is cool enough now. Mine is not.
+Wash your hands again. Then you may
+begin."<span class="pagenum">[147]</span></p>
+
+<p>What a sticky time there was!</p>
+
+<p>Polly pulled her piece over and over quite
+well. Soon it began to grow light colored.
+When it stuck to her hands, she ran out of
+doors. This cooled the candy.</p>
+
+<p>But Peter could not pull so fast. His
+piece stuck to both hands. It got between
+his fingers. Mother scraped it off and he
+began again.</p>
+
+<p>At last, he dropped part of it on the floor.
+Mother said, "Let it alone, Peter. I will
+scrape it up. It is not good to put with yours
+now."</p>
+
+<p>Peter said, "I guess I do not like to pull
+candy. I am going to make fly paper of
+mine. It is sticky enough."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said mother. "It is sticky. But
+you are doing very well."</p>
+
+<p>"Mine is ready to cut up, I think," said
+Polly.</p>
+
+<p>She laid it on the clean kitchen table.
+She pulled it out into a long, thin strip.
+Then she took a pair of clean scissors. She
+cut the strip into short pieces.</p>
+
+<p>"That is just the way," said mother.
+"Put it on the buttered plate. You are a
+good candy maker. Grandmother must<span class="pagenum">[148]</span>
+<span class="pagenum">[149]</span>have some of this. O Peter! What are you
+doing?"</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus148.jpg" width="390" height="592" alt="" />
+
+<p>Poor Peter had somehow got his hand
+stuck to his hair.</p>
+
+<p>"I am just trying to get my hand away,"
+said Peter. "But it is stuck."</p>
+
+<p>"I should think it is," said mother. "You
+must sit quite still until I get my candy ready
+to cut. Then I will help you."</p>
+
+<p>"O Peter! How funny you look!"
+laughed Polly. And indeed he did look
+funny, with his hand held close to his hair.</p>
+
+<p>"But I don't feel funny, Polly. You stop
+laughing at me."</p>
+
+<p>Mother gently pulled his hair away from
+the candy. Then she scraped his hands.</p>
+
+<p>"Please save my candy, mother," said
+Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"I cannot, Peter. It is not clean now."</p>
+
+<p>And Polly said, "You may have mine,
+Peter. I am sorry I laughed."</p>
+
+<p>Then mother washed Peter's hands. "I
+must wash your hair, too," she said. "But
+never mind. It needed washing. You have
+had fun with your candy, haven't you?"</p>
+
+<p>Peter answered, "Yes, I have, mother.
+But please do not make it so sticky next time."</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[150]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus150.jpg" width="392" height="198" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="GRANDMOTHERS_BIRTHDAY_PARTY">GRANDMOTHER'S BIRTHDAY PARTY</h2>
+
+<p>"Here is grandmother. Light the fire,
+Peter. Light the fire, Polly."</p>
+
+<p>Peter and Polly each took a match. Peter
+lighted the open fire at the left. Polly
+lighted it at the right side.</p>
+
+<p>Soon the kindling wood began to crackle.
+Then the flames leaped high in the fireplace.</p>
+
+<p>Grandmother had come over to supper.
+She was to spend the evening. It was her
+birthday. Peter and Polly were to stay up
+later because of this.</p>
+
+<p>The Story Lady was coming to supper,
+too. Perhaps, just perhaps, she would tell
+them a story. She knew stories about everything.<span class="pagenum">[151]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Here she is now," cried Polly. And the
+Story Lady walked in at the door with
+grandmother.</p>
+
+<p>Soon supper was ready. Polly had helped
+mother set the table. She thought that it
+looked very pretty.</p>
+
+<p>Grandmother's birthday cake was in the
+center. On it were a dozen small, colored
+candles. Polly had helped to put them
+there.</p>
+
+<p>When mother had shown her the candles,
+she had said, "Why, mother, grandmother
+is more than twelve years old.</p>
+
+<p>"She must have a candle for every year.
+That is what I have."</p>
+
+<p>"I know you do, Polly," mother had said.
+"But grandmother is sixty years old. We
+cannot put sixty candles on this cake. It is
+not large enough.</p>
+
+<p>"So we will count the fives in sixty. Then
+we will use one for every five years. That
+makes just twelve."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," Polly had answered, "I have
+learned that. Twelve fives make sixty. It
+is a good way to do. I shall do it when
+I am sixty years old."</p>
+
+<p>Now the cake was on the table. Just<span class="pagenum">[152]</span>
+before it was time to cut it, father lighted
+the candles.</p>
+
+<p>They all watched them burn for a few
+minutes. The melted wax ran down the
+sides. They grew shorter and shorter.</p>
+
+<p>"See Nan Etticoat," said Polly. "The
+longer she stands, the shorter she grows.
+Do you know that story, grandmother?"</p>
+
+<img src="images/illus152.jpg" width="386" height="384" alt="" />
+
+<p>"My grandmother taught me to say Nan
+Etticoat," said grandmother. "That was<span class="pagenum">[153]</span>
+many years ago. She told me about making
+candles, too.</p>
+
+<p>"When she was a little girl, there were no
+electric lights. There were no gas lights.
+There were no lamps. Every one used
+candles.</p>
+
+<p>"Not such pretty, colored ones as these.
+They were larger and quite rough. How
+should you like to make them, Polly?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I should like to," said Polly. "May
+we?"</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps not," said grandmother. "We
+do not need to do so. We have other
+lights.</p>
+
+<p>"But in those old days, people made
+their own candles. They called it 'dipping
+candles.' It was a hard task.</p>
+
+<p>"I am sure that they did not light many
+at once. I am sure that my grandmother
+did not have candles on her birthday
+cakes.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, my son, the wax is dripping on
+the frosting. The candles are nearly burned.
+If you will put them out, I will cut my
+birthday cake."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Howe pinched the lighted ends in his
+fingers. He did this very quickly.<span class="pagenum">[154]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Don't they burn your fingers, father?"
+asked Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"No, indeed, Polly. I do not give them
+time to burn me. This is better than to
+blow them out. Then there is smoke. But
+children must not do it this way."</p>
+
+<p>Grandmother took the knife and cut the
+cake. She cut it as a pie is cut. Each one
+had a very fat piece.</p>
+
+<p>"Now we shall see if this cake is as good as
+it looks," said grandmother. "I am sure that
+it is, for your mother is a good cook, Polly."</p>
+
+<p>But Polly was not listening. She was
+looking at something that she had found
+in her cake.</p>
+
+<p>She poked it with her fork. Then she
+took it up in her fingers.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, mother," she said, "what a queer
+thing there is in my cake. How did it get
+there?"</p>
+
+<p>Just then Peter said, "There is a lump
+in my piece, too. It is something hard."</p>
+
+<p>Father said, "Clean the cake from your
+lumps and see what they are. Why, I have
+a lump myself."</p>
+
+<p>"And so have I," said the Story Lady.</p>
+
+<p>"And so have I," said mother.<span class="pagenum">[155]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Then," said grandmother, "I am the
+only one who has no lump. How did you
+let these lumps fall into your cake, daughter?
+Can I ever again call you a good
+cook?" And she laughed at Mrs. Howe.</p>
+
+<p>Just then her fork struck something.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear me!" cried grandmother. "A
+<img src="images/illus155.jpg" width="150" height="259" alt="" class="splitr" />
+lump in my piece,
+too! Now I think
+they must have
+been put in the
+cake on purpose."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, see, see,
+grandmother!
+See what mine
+is!" And Polly
+held up a little,
+white china pig.</p>
+
+<p>"Look at
+mine!" shouted
+Peter. He had
+scraped the cake
+from his lump.
+In his hand was
+a small, white china monkey.</p>
+
+<p>"What is yours, Story Lady? And yours,
+mother? And yours, father?" asked Polly.<span class="pagenum">[156]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Mine is a cat," said the Story Lady.</p>
+
+<p>"And here is a kitten to go with her,"
+said mother.</p>
+
+<p>"And here is a naughty dog, to chase
+your cat and kitten," said father. "Let's
+put them in a row on the table. Then we
+can all see them."</p>
+
+<p>"But where is your lump, grandmother?"
+asked Polly.</p>
+
+<p>Grandmother held out her hand. On it,
+there lay a beautiful, gold thimble.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Oh! Isn't it pretty!" cried Polly.
+"Who gave it to you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed it is, Polly. I think I know who
+gave it to me. It was you, my daughter.
+You knew that I had lost mine.</p>
+
+<p>"I thank you for this. And I thank you
+for another happy birthday party. Perhaps
+you may put lumps in your cakes, just on
+birthdays."</p>
+
+<p>"I will not do it at other times," said
+mother. "Now let us all go into the other
+room and sit before the open fire."</p>
+
+<p>"When our bedtime comes we need not
+go, need we, mother?" asked Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Not to-night, Polly. You and Peter
+may sit up a while," said mother.</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<span class="pagenum">[157]</span>
+
+<img src="images/illus157.jpg" width="398" height="249" alt="" />
+
+<h2 id="AROUND_THE_OPEN_FIRE">AROUND THE OPEN FIRE</h2>
+
+<p>The open fire was blazing well. "Let
+me draw the chairs about it," said father.
+"Then we can all enjoy it."</p>
+
+<p>"We do not need chairs, father," said
+Polly. "Peter and I will sit on the floor.
+I will sit next to grandmother."</p>
+
+<p>"I will sit next to mother," said Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"When I was little," said grandmother,
+"I liked to sit on the floor. I thought it
+quite soft enough. Now that I am older, I
+like chairs better."</p>
+
+<p>"If you sit in a chair, it is never in the
+right place," said Polly. "A floor is always
+in the right place. It is a big seat, too."</p>
+
+<p>"What a good fireplace this is," said the<span class="pagenum">[158]</span>
+Story Lady. "It is so large that you can
+put real logs into it. And it never smokes."</p>
+
+<p>"Just think of long ago, when there
+were no stoves," said grandmother. "How
+would it seem now to heat our houses with
+open fires?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why weren't there any stoves, grandmother?
+And where were the furnaces?"</p>
+
+<p>"People did not know how to make
+stoves and furnaces, Peter. They had very
+large fireplaces, instead. My grandmother
+told me about them."</p>
+
+<p>"What beautiful white birch logs," said the
+Story Lady. "They make such a good fire."</p>
+
+<p>"They came from our woods," said Peter.
+"We were up there one day. We went
+to see next winter's wood. There is plenty.
+Some is already cut and piled."</p>
+
+<p>"At first, I did not like to see the pretty
+trees cut down," said Polly. "But father
+told me that it is sometimes best."</p>
+
+<p>"So it is, Polly," said the Story Lady.
+"We need the wood to keep us warm, and
+for many other things, too. What are
+some of them?"</p>
+
+<p>"Carts, sleds, telephone poles!" shouted
+Peter.<span class="pagenum">[159]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Houses, barns, bridges!" shouted Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, indeed, children, for all those and
+more. So we must cut down some of the
+trees. But we must take care that others
+grow in their places.</p>
+
+<p>"Thousands of years ago, people believed
+strange things about trees. They believed
+that in some lived beings called dryads.</p>
+
+<p>"These dryads were like lovely maidens.
+A maiden is a girl, you know. They could
+come out of their trees. But still they
+were a part of the tree.</p>
+
+<p>"If a tree was cut down, the lovely
+dryad who lived in it died. So, in those
+days, most people did not wish to cut down
+trees. They were afraid of hurting the
+dryads.</p>
+
+<p>"When trees grew old and fell, the
+dryads died, too. Sometimes kind people
+propped up old trees. Then the dryads
+could live a little longer."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I wish I could see one," said Polly.
+"What did they wear?"</p>
+
+<p>"No one knows exactly, Polly, because
+no one ever saw a dryad. It is one of
+those stories that have come to us from
+thousands of years ago.<span class="pagenum">[160]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Most of the stories are not true. We
+call them myths. And we like them very
+much."</p>
+
+<p>"Are myths as good as 'Once upon a
+time' stories?" asked Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, indeed, Peter. Get your mother
+to tell you some, and see."</p>
+
+<p>"Now I shall think of this story, when
+I see our fire burning a dryad's house,"
+said Polly.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall play that there are dryads in
+our trees, too. Perhaps, if I play hard
+enough, one will really be there.</p>
+
+<p>"When spring comes, I shall go to the
+woods often. I know where there is a
+hollow tree. That will make a good
+dryad's house."</p>
+
+<p>"Spring is coming soon," said mother.
+"The cold winter is nearly over. But, first
+of all, bedtime is coming. It has nearly
+come, now. Say good night, Peter and
+Polly. Then off with you."</p>
+
+<p>So Peter and Polly said good night and
+went upstairs to bed. Perhaps they dreamed
+of dryads. Perhaps they dreamed of spring-time.
+Perhaps they slept soundly and did
+not dream at all.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
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