Suddenly, the door to the cabin swung open. Anders Larson trudged through the door. His coat was caked with fresh snowflakes that made him look like a snowman.
“Look at Papa!” He said to Britta, “he’s gone all white and funny!”
Anders chuckled. He shook snow off his hat and mittens. Then he removed his heavy boots to be more comfortable.
Peder left his building blocks in a little tower to trail after Anders as he settled into a pillowed chair by the blazing fire.
“Whatcha doing Papa?” Peder asked, clambering up into his lap.