"Come here, dogs. You must drag my sledge. I am going out to catch a seal. You must draw it home on the sledge."
The dogs were jumping up and down and playing with each other. They did not know that they were Eskimo dogs.
Peter could not get them. He grew quite cross. He crawled back into the igloo.
"I cannot catch the dogs," he said. "I shall not go hunting. I shall not play Eskimo any more to-day."
Polly started to speak. But instead she screamed. Something was happening. What were the dogs doing? Were they on the top of the igloo?
The roof was breaking. She could see the leg of one dog sticking through. Then something fell on the children.
It was the snow roof. It was also two dogs. Collie and Wag-wag had broken down the igloo.
Father was just coming home. How he laughed when he saw the children and the dogs. He pulled them out from under the snow.
He said, "Aren't you glad you are not real Eskimos? Aren't you glad you live in a strong house? Let's all go in and see what mother is cooking for supper. It will not be seal meat. Tim must come, too."