So out the children went. There was a little crust. The children walked on it. Their snowshoes held them up.
They called to mother. She must see them. Mother looked through the window. She clapped her hands.
All went well for a few steps. Then the toe of Polly's snowshoe caught. It cut into the crust.
This pulled Polly forward. She fell on her face. Her arms stuck down into the snow. The points of her snowshoes stuck down into the snow, too. At first Polly could not get up.
Then she rolled over on her side. She was almost on her feet again, when Wag-wag dashed up.
He had seen Polly rolling in the snow. He thought it was a game. He wished to play, too.
He took the end of one snowshoe in his teeth. He pulled and pulled. He shook the snowshoe. Then he jumped around Polly and on her.
Polly was laughing so that she could not scold him. She could only say, "Oh, don't, Wag-wag! Don't!"
Mother and Peter were laughing. And perhaps Wag-wag was laughing, too.