e," answered Janet. "Nicer than our snow bungalow. When can we dig
out to our bungalow?" she asked her father.

"Oh, in a day or two, I presume. It's pretty well covered with snow, and
we must first see that the horse and cow are all right. It will be time
enough to think of play after we have done that."

"And we've got to feed and water Nicknack, too," added Janet.

"Yes, we mustn't forget your goat," laughed Uncle Frank.

"Did you leave him any hay and water?" asked Daddy Martin.

"I did," Teddy answered. "I put a lot of hay where he could get it and
some water to drink in a pail."

"Well, then maybe he'll have enough until we can dig our way out to
him," said Mr. Martin. "But it isn't going to be easy. This has been a
terrible storm, and I'm afraid it's going to be worse. I hope the poor
of our town have coal enough to keep warm and enough food to eat. Being
snowed in is no fun when one has to freeze and starve."

Teddy and Janet were glad they were so comfortable. They, too, hoped no
one was suffering, and if they had known that not far away a poor boy
was in great distress they would not have slept as well as they did that
night. But they did not know until afterward, when they found out the
secret about the snow bungalow.

"Well, come on out now," called Daddy Martin, as the Curlytops were
looking at the snow tunnel. "It's time to go in. You've been out in the
cold long enough."

"It is very cold," agreed Aunt Jo. "I'm just beginning to notice it."

Into the warm house they went, stamping and brushing off the snow that
clung to them. As they gathered about the supper table, which was well
filled with good things to eat, Nora came in to say that it was snowing
again.

"I thought it would," remarked Daddy Martin. "We surely must finish that
snow tunnel to-morrow," he said to Uncle Frank. "We may need the horse
to help us break a way to the road."

"And we'll need more milk to-morrow," said Mother Martin.

That evening, as they sat in their warm house playing games and
listening to the crackling of the corn which Aunt Jo popped, the
Curlytops were very thankful for the nice home they had to stay in.

"How the wind blows!" cried Aunt Jo as she took the children up to bed.

"Is it snowing yet?" asked Teddy.

"I can't see," his aunt answered. "It's so dark and the snow covers the
windows. But I wouldn't be surprised if it were. The storm is not over
yet. I guess you children will have all the snow you