At bedtime Peter said, "I want to sit up. I am going to watch the snow man."
"Why?" asked mother.
"I heard him speak," said Peter. "He said he would not chase me. He said I ought to see him at night. He can move then."
"Very well," said mother. "But you might get into your bed. You can watch him from your window."
"I did not think of that, mother. I will go now."
Soon Peter was in bed. By sitting up, he could see the snow man. His window was wide open. But Peter had on thick night clothes. He did not feel the cold.
The moon was bright. Peter thought of his friend, the Fairy Bird. He wished the Bird would come again and take him to the moon.
All at once he rubbed his eyes. Where was the snow man? He looked again. The snow man was gone!
"Oh, oh!" said Peter to himself. "I've lost him. That's too bad. Now I shall not see anything."
But just then the door opened softly. Peter saw something white coming into his room. It was the snow man!