"Why, Peter Howe! When it was summer, you wished for winter. Now it is winter, you would like it to be summer."
"Yes," said Peter. "You see, when I wished for winter, I forgot all about fishing. Anyway it will be summer soon."
"Not very soon," said Polly. "Will it, mother?"
"I will take you fishing," said father.
"How can you?" cried Peter. "Can you make it summer?"
"No, but I can take you fishing just the same. Get ready and we will go. Polly may come, too, if she likes."
"Oh, oh, oh!" shouted Peter. "Where is my fish pole, mother?"
"You will not need it, Peter," said father. "We shall need just our lines, hooks, sinkers, and bait.
"Put an extra pair of mittens in your pocket. You might take the red ones that the snow man liked so well."
They walked up the road. By and by they came to a bridge. At one end they climbed down to the river.