"I shall get my sled first," said Peter. "I wish Wag-wag had not left it so far away."
Peter started across the field. Before long, he came to a place where the snow was very soft. He sank into it as far as his legs could go. He could not get to the sled. So he went home feeling quite cross.
Tim's father was in the yard. He had come for Tim. Collie was with him.
Peter said, "Wag-wag is a bad dog. He left my sled out in the field. The snow is soft. I cannot get to it."
Tim said, "My father will send Collie after your sled, Peter. Won't you, father?"
"Oh, will you?" asked Peter. "I shall want to slide in the road after dinner. Dish pans are not good in the road. So I need my sled."
"Why, yes," said Tim's father. "Collie can get it. He will not break through the crust as you do."
He showed Tim's sled to Collie. He put the rope into Collie's mouth. He pointed to the end of the big field. Then he said, "Collie, go bring the sled."
Collie was a wise dog. He understood many things that were said to him. He knew what his master wished him to do now.
He went running over the snow. He found the sled and drew it home.