"He's out in the yard, dear. I can see him. And he has lost his hat. The
wind must have blown it off. It has been raining hard. The rain has come
in at the window. It is wet on the floor."
"He didn't have his hat up here," said Peter. "He dropped it when he
started. He couldn't put it on. And he made those spots on the floor.
It was not the rain. Pieces of snow dropped off him when he laughed."
Mother only said, "I'll tuck you up again, Peter. We can see about it in
the morning. Now good night."
In the morning the rain had stopped. The children went to look at the
snow man. He had grown much smaller in the night. There was a crack near
the bottom of his legs.
"He did walk, he did, I know he did!" cried Peter. "That's what made the
crack. And, O Polly, look at this!"
Sticking out of the snow man's stomach was the end of a red mitten!