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.
Soon Tim was down at Peter's. His big dog Collie was with him. Wag-wag and Collie are friends. They often play together.
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.
"One more push," said Polly. "Then it will be just right. People can see the man from the road."
But that push was too much. Over the edge of the bank the big ball rolled.
"Oh, stop, stop!" cried Peter. "Do not run away. We will make you into a good snow man."
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.
"Never mind," said Polly. "We can make another. Do not let the next one knock you down, Tim."
"Old snowball ran over me," said Tim. "But I do not care. He smashed himself."
Another big ball was made. It was rolled into place. Then smaller ones were lifted on it. These were for the body.