ow," decided Janet, when some boxes had been put in the snow house to
serve as tables and chairs.

"Will the dolls eat everything?" asked Tom, with a smile.

"What do you mean--eat everything?" his sister wanted to know.

"I mean will there be anything left for us?" and Tom winked at the other
boys.

"Oh, I guess Aunt Sallie will give enough for everybody," said Janet,
and Aunt Sallie did.

As she was getting ready for Thanksgiving, there was plenty to eat in
Uncle Toby's bungalow, and soon sandwiches and cake, and a tin pail full
of hot chocolate were carried out to the snow house.

"It's a regular picnic in the snow!" cried Mary, in delight. "I never
knew anything as nice as this."

The girls took their dolls out to the snow house, Mary having brought
hers from home with her, and though it was not as well dressed or as
costly as the dolls of Janet or Lola, still Mary loved her "child" just
as much.

Janet wanted to make Trouble a rag doll to play with, but he insisted
that he was an "Indian," for that is what the other boys were pretending
to be.

"An' Injuns don't have dolls!" declared Trouble, as he sat on a box in
the snow house and sipped his warm chocolate.

For two or three days the children played in the snow house, the
weather being mild, so that it was quite comfortable in the white
"igloo," as Uncle Toby called it. The children wanted to know where that
name came from, and he told them it was what the Eskimos of the Polar
regions called their egg-shape huts of ice and snow.

The pole roof was a great success, for it did not fall in on the heads
of the boys and girls. And there is nothing worse, when you are having
fun in a snow house, than to have the roof cave in on you.

Of course there were little accidents, caused by the snow which the boys
had plastered to the inside of the poles. More than once little chunks
of snow fell, but they were so light they did no harm, even when they
hit Janet or Lola on the head.

Once, however, just as Ted was lifting a cup of chocolate to his mouth,
a chunk of snow fell right into the cup, splashing the chocolate all
over the lad. Luckily it was not hot, though after the splashing was
over Ted looked as if he had colored himself to take part in a minstrel
show.

The other children laughed, and so did Ted, after his first surprise.

"To-morrow will be Thanksgiving!" exclaimed Lola one night, as they
hurried in from a long day of fun.

"And you ought to