"It is twelve inches, father. Do you think this snow has come to stay? Or will it melt away?"
"I think that it will stay, Polly. It is time for sleighing."
Peter and Polly put on their coats and caps, their leggings, overshoes, and mittens. Then they were ready to go out.
At first Peter ran about in the yard. He kicked up the snow as he ran. It flew all over him.
"Polly, Polly!" he called. "I am a snow man now. I shall chase you as the one in my dream chased me."
He ran after her. Just as he caught her, she slipped. Down they both went. They were covered from head to foot with snow.
"Now we are both snow men," said Polly. "Let's go and shake the little trees."
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.
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.
"Now we will show grandmother how white we are," she said.