"You may care some day," said father. "Snow is heavy. After a while it may break down your roof."
"What if we are inside when the roof breaks, Peter? The snow will get down our necks."
"It will do more," said father. "It will bury you."
"Will it hurt us, father?"
"I think not. But you will look like snow men afterward."
One day Tim was playing with Peter and Polly. They were in the igloo. Collie was outside playing with Wag-wag.
Wag-wag could go into the igloo. But the children did not like to have Collie there. He was so large that he took up too much room.
Polly was the mother Eskimo. Peter was the father Eskimo. Tim was the little boy Eskimo.
Mother Eskimo. "I think we need some meat. We need a seal. I can use its skin. I will make boots of it."
Father Eskimo. "I killed a bear yesterday. Use the bearskin for boots."