Tup, and they rolled over together in the snow.

Monnie had on her fur suit, with fur hood and mittens, and it was
hard to tell which was Monnie and which was Tup as they tumbled
in the snow together.

Pretty soon Monnie picked herself up and shook off the snow. Then
Tup shook himself, too. Menie was rolling over and over down the
slope in front of the little stone house. His head was between
his knees and his hands held his ankles, so he rolled just like a
ball.

Nip was running round and round him and barking with all his
might. They made strange shadows on the snow in the moonlight.

Monnie called to Menie. Menie straightened himself out at the
bottom of the slope, picked himself up and ran back to her.

"What shall we play?" said Monnie.

"Let's get Koko, and go to the Big Rock and slide downhill," said
Menie.

"All right," said Monnie. "You run and get your sled."

Menie had a little sled which his father had made for him out of
driftwood. No other boy in the village had one. Menie's father
had searched the beach for many miles to find driftwood to make
this sled.