"Half of both halves," said grandmother. "Why?"
"Nothing," said Peter. "I love both her halves. And I love you, too. And I love the tree, and Christmas, and everybody."
"And so you should," said father. "Come now, we will take Brownie to her stable. Then you may get the presents off the tree."
THE SNOW HOUSE
One day there was a heavy snowstorm. At the same time the wind blew. It heaped the snow over the road in front of Polly's house.
The snow was so deep that horses could not walk through. Men had to dig the road out.
Mr. Howe helped to do this. Peter and Polly watched the work. They thought it great fun.
The men threw the snow by the side of the road. Soon the piles were very high. They were twice as high as Polly could reach.