Mother gave them an old rug for the floor.
She said, "Eskimos have fur rugs. You must play that this is bearskin."
Father said, "Do you know what Eskimos call a snow house? It is igloo. Perhaps some day I will try to crawl into your igloo. I should like to see it."
"Oh, do, father. Then we will have a party. It is quite warm inside. But we can make the door bigger for you."
"Never mind about that," said father. "Perhaps I can get a fairy to shrink me. We shall see."
THE FALL OF THE IGLOO
For many days the children played in their igloo. More snow fell. They dug it out of the path. Then they could get to the door.
"It only makes our house taller," said Polly. "It does not hurt the inside. I do not care how much snow comes on top of it."