"Well, well," said Mr. Brown, "here are our little friends. Your cheeks are red. You look as if you had been running. Didn't your father give you a ride?"
"Oh, yes," said Polly. "But we have been running behind. We have been catching rides on his sled. He lets us.
"He lets us ride on the runners, too. He does not wish us to do it except on his sled."
"I hope that you mind him," said Mr. Brown.
"We do," said Polly.
"Shall we go out to the barn?" asked the farmer. "Where is Wag-wag? Didn't you bring him? He might have come."
"I didn't know he was invited," said Polly. "Yes, let's go to the barn. Let's see everything you have there. Have you any little lambs?"
"It is not quite time for little lambs yet. But you can see all the sheep. They look fatter than they did last summer. That is because their wool has grown longer. When we get back, it will be dinner time."
