ncle
Frank had to say. The Curlytops loved company as much as you children
do.

Trouble had been put to bed, though not before he had made his sister
and brother tell, over and over again, how Nicknack rode downhill on the
sled. Trouble laughed each time he heard the story.

The Curlytops were playing a little game with Uncle Frank, and Aunt Jo,
Daddy and Mother Martin were talking about the good times they used to
have in winter when they were children, when Mrs. Martin said:

"I feel a cold wind blowing, don't the rest of you?"

"It is chilly," agreed her husband. "The wind must have sprung up
suddenly and is coming through the cracks of the windows."

"There's more wind than comes through a crack," said Mrs. Martin. "I
think a door is open. It comes from the front. Did you shut the hall
door, Dick?"

"Yes, I closed it after I came in from looking at the thermometer,"
answered her husband.

"Well, I'm going to see what makes such a draft on my back!" exclaimed
Mrs. Martin, getting up.

She went out into the hall, and the others did not think much more about
it for a little while until Mrs. Martin suddenly cried:

"No wonder I felt a cold wind! Trouble Martin! What will you do next?
Oh, dear! You're always doing something! Come in this instant!"

"What's he doing now? I thought he was safe in bed and away over in
Dreamland," said Daddy Martin.

"So did I," returned his wife. "But he must have gotten up and come
downstairs. I didn't hear a sound, but here the little tyke has the
front door open! Oh, how cold it is!"

"What made you do it, Trouble?" his father asked, as he caught the
little fellow up in his arms.

"Trouble want to see snow," was the answer.

"It is snowing, and snowing hard!" exclaimed Ted. "Hurray, it's a
regular blizzard!"

Indeed it was snowing hard. Those inside had a glimpse of the storm
before Daddy Martin closed the door Trouble had opened. It had not been
fastened tight and the little boy had managed to pull it open. He had
awakened after being put to sleep for the night in his crib, and had
crept downstairs. His mother thought the wind blowing the hard flakes of
snow against a window near him must have awakened him.

"I'll go up to bed with him now," she said, "and I'll see that he
doesn't get up again until morning."

"I guess we'll all go to bed," said Aunt Jo. "I'm tired and sleepy
myself."

Ted and Jan looked out of the window as they began to undress.

"It's snowin