de,
but it made the inside of the window-pane quite cold, and in a little
while, Jan drew her face away and, feeling her nose, cried:

"Oh, Ted! It's frozen 'most, like daddy's was!"

"So's mine!" exclaimed Ted, feeling of his nose.

"Mine cold, too!" added Trouble, putting his chubby palm over his
"smeller" as he sometimes called his nose.

Indeed the noses of the children were cold from having been pressed so
long against the window, and when Aunt Jo heard what they had been doing
she said:

"I wouldn't stay near the window any longer if I were you. The wind
blows in a little, and it's drafty. You will get cold all over--not only
your little noses. Go up to the playroom and I'll come, too. We'll have
some fun."

"Just wait until we see if we can watch daddy and Uncle Frank a minute,"
pleaded Teddy.

They all looked out of the window again. Once in a while they had a
glimpse of their father or his uncle tossing the snow to one side. The
two men were trying to dig a path from the house to the barn, and they
were down in a deep trench, with white walls on either side.

"This is a terrible storm!" said Aunt Jo as she went up to the playroom
with the Curlytops and Trouble. "I hope no little boys or girls are out
in it."

"I hope not, either," echoed Jan with a little shiver, as she heard the
wind howl around the corner of the house and dash the hard flakes of
snow up against the windows.

"If any boys or girls were out in it they could stay in our bungalow,"
said Ted. "There's some blankets in there and a little to eat."

"And they could drink snow for water," said Jan. "I ate some snow once
and it tickled my throat."

"Snow isn't good to eat," said Aunt Jo. "Up near the North Pole, the
Eskimos and travelers never eat snow. It would make them ill. They melt
it and drink the water when they are thirsty. But I hope no little boy
or girl has to leave his or her warm house and live in your bungalow,
nice as it may be. I'm afraid they'd be pretty cold in it even with a
blanket and a piece of carpet."

"If daddy and Uncle Frank would dig a path we could go out to our
bungalow and see," observed Jan.

"Maybe there's a tramp in it, like we thought there was on Star Island,"
went on Ted.

And, though neither Ted nor Jan knew it, there was someone in their snow
bungalow.

Up in the playroom the Curlytops and Trouble had fun with Aunt Jo. She
told them stories and made up little games for them, while outside the