"Let's play that we are Indians," said Polly. "Where are we going, father?"
"Up the wood road on the hill. I must see if all our wood has been cut. We need a little for our furnace, a little for our stove, and a great deal for our fireplaces.
"Let's all keep our eyes wide open to-day. We may see interesting things."
"I think that cooking our dinner will be interesting, father. I almost wish it were dinner time now."
"We will build our fire where our trees have been cut. There we shall find plenty of firewood," said father.
"See those tracks in the snow, children. A rabbit has been here. Yes, this hollow is where he lies. The snow is packed hard. It is a little dirty, too. Perhaps he is near by, watching us."
"Poor rabbit," said Polly. "What a cold bed. The Eskimos have snow beds. But they have fur rugs to cover the snow."
"The rabbit has one between him and the snow, too. Only his rug is on his back. It keeps him warm," said father.
"Look, look!" cried Polly. "Over there by those trees!"