In the morning the rain had stopped. The children went to look at the snow man. He had grown much smaller in the night. There was a crack near the bottom of his legs.
"He did walk, he did, I know he did!" cried Peter. "That's what made the crack. And, O Polly, look at this!"
Sticking out of the snow man's stomach was the end of a red mitten!
CUTTING THE CHRISTMAS TREE
It was nearly Christmas. Peter could hardly wait for the day to come.
He kept saying, "Mother, will it be Christmas to-morrow? Mother, will it be Christmas to-morrow?"
At last father said, "Do you want Christmas before I get the tree?"
"No," said Peter. "But will you ever get it?"