e while they had dug down to where Teddy
stood in a little hollow place he had scooped out for himself with his
hands. He was covered with snow, but was not hurt, for falling in the
big drift, he said, was like tumbling into a feather bed--the kind
Trouble had once cut up when he was at his grandmother's on Cherry Farm.

"Well, how in the world did you get down there?" asked Teddy's father,
when the little boy was lifted up safe on the path again, and the snow
had mostly been brushed from him.

"I--I just jumped," Teddy answered. "I wanted to see how far I could go
and I didn't think about that being the edge of the terrace."

For the big drift was on the edge of a terrace, where the front lawn was
raised up from the rest of the yard. So the drift was deeper than any of
the other piles of snow around it.

"However, you're not hurt as far as I can see," went on Mr. Martin. "But
please don't go in any more drifts. Uncle Frank and I won't have time to
dig you out, for we must keep at work on the tunnel."

"Isn't it finished yet?" asked Aunt Jo.

"No. And I don't believe it will be to-night. It's getting late now and
we can't work much longer. It's going to snow more, too," added the
father of the Curlytops as he looked up at the sky, from the gray clouds
of which more white flakes were falling.

"Can't we go into the tunnel?" asked Teddy, who did not seem much
frightened by what had happened to him.

"Well, yes, I s'pose you could go in a little way," his father answered.
"We won't do any more digging to-night," he said to Uncle Frank.

"No, but we'd better put some boards in front of the hole we have dug to
keep it from filling with snow in the night."

"Yes, we'll do that," said Mr. Martin.

The two men led the way to the tunnel, in which they had been digging
most of the day. Aunt Jo, Teddy and Janet followed. At the window, one
of the few out of which she could look into the big storm, Mrs. Martin
motioned for the Curlytops to come in. Daddy waved his hand and called
that he would bring them in as soon as he had showed them the tunnel.

The Curlytops thought this a wonderful place. They had been through
railroad tunnels, but they were black and smoky. This snow tunnel was
clean and white, not a speck of dirt being in it. Though it was cut
through a great, white drift it was getting dark inside, for the sun was
not shining, and night was coming.

"Wouldn't this be a dandy place to play?" cried Ted.

"Fin