One day Polly saw a bird that she liked very much. It was a robin. She was surprised and pleased.
"I did not know that robins were here in cold weather," she said to him. "I like you best of all. You make me think of spring. Peter likes winter best. But I like you and spring. Please come to see me every day."
And the robin did for nearly a month. Then he came no more. Perhaps he grew tired of waiting for spring. Perhaps he flew south to find it. Polly never knew.
THE NEW SLED
"I am going to begin to make something to-day," said father. "The stove is lighted. The workshop is warm. Who will be my helper?"
"I will," said Polly.
"I will," said Peter.