Father said, "Do you know what Eskimos call a snow house? It is igloo.
Perhaps some day I will try to crawl into your igloo. I should like to
see it."
"Oh, do, father. Then we will have a party. It is quite warm inside. But
we can make the door bigger for you."
"Never mind about that," said father. "Perhaps I can get a fairy to
shrink me. We shall see."