opened it. It's terrible!"

"It's fun!" cried Teddy.

"Course it is!" agreed Janet. "We wanted to be snowed in!"

"Well, you got your wish, Curlytops, and I hope it isn't any worse than
that," said Nora. "Though how we're to get out of the house and get
things to eat is more than I know."

"We've got lots left from Thanksgiving," said Teddy.

"Haven't we got any milk?" asked Janet.

"Oh, yes, there's plenty left from last night, though if the storm keeps
up I don't see how your father is going to get out to the barn to milk
the cow, and Patrick cannot get over to do it through this storm."

Patrick was a man who milked for the Martins and sometimes did other
work for them about the place.

"Daddy can milk," said Ted.

"Yes, I know he can," agreed Nora, "if he can only get out to the barn.
But look at the big drifts in the yard."

Jan and Ted looked out again. The yard was indeed filled with great
heaps of snow, many of them higher than the heads of the children. The
yard was a big one and at the far end was the barn.

"Oh, look!" cried Ted. "Our snow bungalow is gone, Janet!"

"Oh, it's blowed down!" cried Janet.

"No, it hasn't," said Nora. "I could just see the tip top of it when I
got up early this morning, but now the snow has covered it. The bungalow
is there all right, but you can't see it. It's under a big drift."

"Oh, wouldn't it be fun if we were out in it now?" cried Teddy.

"Indeed, and you'd starve and freeze," laughed Nora.

"No, we wouldn't," declared Teddy. "It's nice and warm out there. Uncle
Frank said he used to make snow bungalows like that out West and he's
lived in one a whole week in a blizzard."

"But he had something to eat," went on Nora, "and there's nothing in
your bungalow."

"Yes, there is, a little," remarked Teddy. "We had a play party in it
yesterday--Jan, me and Trouble, and we left some of the things we
couldn't eat. I put 'em in a box and tied 'em up in a piece of carpet we
had there. I was going to come back and make-believe I was a tramp and
awful hungry, only I forgot it. There's things to eat out there, Nora.
We wouldn't starve."

"Well, I guess your mother wouldn't let you go out there and play
anyhow, in this storm."

"We'll have some fun in the house," said Janet. "Oh, doesn't it snow,
Ted!"

There came a big gust of wind just then and a cloud of snow hid the yard
from sight. All the children could see was a lot of whiteness.

"Oh, what about Nickna