"Yes, the winter is hard for them. It is cold, and food is not easy to find. There are two that sometimes come to our barnyard. I give them grain and hay and salt."
"I wish I could see a deer to-day," said Polly. "Let us go to the barnyard and look."
"We will feed the sheep now, Polly. You can watch for one while I am doing that."
When the sheep were fed, it was dinner time. After dinner Mrs. Brown let the children play on the piazza.
All at once Peter said, "See the pretty cow coming down from the woods. Whose is she? Perhaps she is lost."
"Where, Peter?" asked Polly.
"Coming across the field. Now it is right there near the fence."
"Oh, oh!" cried Polly. "That isn't a cow. I think it is a deer. See its horns."
She called to Mr. Brown. Just as he came out of the house, the deer reached the fence. He walked quite close to it. Then he jumped over it.
"A pretty jump," said Mr. Brown. "The fence is more than four feet high. That is a fine stag. A stag is a father deer, you know."