Soon the bacon was cooking nicely. How good it smelled! Then the eggs were dropped into the pan.
When they were fried, father said, "Dinner is ready. Bring your cups. You are to have a little coffee. It will be mostly milk."
This was a great treat. Peter and Polly did not drink coffee at home. Then father gave them their bacon and eggs.
"Why," said father, "I forgot the sugar for our coffee."
"Mother did not," said Polly. "I saw her put it in, and here it is."
How good everything tasted! They sat on the log near the fire to eat. So they were quite warm.
"This is the best dinner I ever had," said Polly. "Who taught you to cook, father? I forgot all about playing Indians, I have been so busy."
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.
The fire burned low. He threw some snow on it. This made it safe to leave.
"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.