And so Roly came back, just as I told you he would. In a few weeks the black spots wore off him, and he was all white again, and as lively and frisky as ever, hiding anything he could find, and barking and wagging his tail like anything.
"Won't all the boys and girls be surprised when they see our dog back again?" asked Mab.
"I guess they will," agreed Hal. "It is just like a fairy story; isn't it?"
"Oh, it's better than a fairy story, for it's true!" exclaimed Mab. "If it was a fairy story we would wake up and Roly-Poly wouldn't be here. Oh! I am so glad!"
Hal and Mab had many more days of skating on the pond with Daddy; Blake. And then, one morning, when they woke up, the ground was deeply covered with white snow.
"No more skating right away!" cried Daddy Blake, "The ice has gone to sleep under white blankets."
"But we can have other fun!" said Hal.
"Lots of it!" cried Mab, joyfully. "Oh we'll have more fun!"
And what fun they had with Daddy Blake I will tell you about in the next book, as this one is all filled up. So I will say good-bye to you for a little while, only a little while, though.