"Why do you think so, Polly? You didn't see me. Did it sound like me?"
"No, it did not, father," said Peter. "And I think it was the snow man. I am going to watch him to-night and see."
"Why don't you?" asked father. "I should like to know about it. You tell me when you find out. Where are your mittens, Tim? Aren't your hands cold?"
"I've lost them. And Peter has lost one of his red ones. We can't find them at all."
"Perhaps they are under the snow. The sun will help you find them by and by. Peter, run in and tell mother. She will get some mittens for you and Tim to wear.
"When you come back, bring the old broom. That is better than the branch for your snow man. If you watch to-night, you may see what he does with it."
