At last he stopped playing. Mother came out of the house. She threw a broom to Polly. Polly helped herself up with this.
She said, "These are good snowshoes. They are best when I am on them. They are not so good when I am down. But I think that I can do better than that next time."
THE WOODS IN WINTER
"We are going on a picnic to-day, chicks," said Mr. Howe.
"A picnic, father! I thought picnics were in summer."
"So they are, Polly. But why not have a winter picnic, too? I am going into the woods. You may come, if you wish."
"But at picnics we have things to eat. We eat out of doors."
"We shall have things to eat to-day. And we shall eat out of doors, too."