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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Peter and Polly in Winter + +Author: Rose Lucia + +Release Date: October 24, 2011 [EBook #37837] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PETER AND POLLY IN WINTER *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Matthew Wheaton and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="400" height="628" alt="Cover" /> +</div> + +<p class="spacer"> </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"> </p> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/illus001.jpg" width="100" height="97" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="spacer"> </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"> </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"> </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"> </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> </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—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,—<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">—<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> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Peter and Polly in Winter, by Rose Lucia + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PETER AND POLLY IN WINTER *** + +***** This file should be named 37837-h.htm or 37837-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/7/8/3/37837/ + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Matthew Wheaton and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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