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"And is our horse and cow all right?" Janet inquired.

"Yes, they're all right, and were glad to see us."

"Did you see our goat?" cried Teddy next.

"No, we haven't dug out to his stable yet. We're going to in a minute,"
said Daddy Martin.

"We thought we'd come in and get you two Curlytops and take you out to
see Jim and the cow," added Uncle Frank.

"It isn't snowing quite as hard as it was, and it isn't quite so cold.
We thought it might do the children good, for they've been cooped up all
day," the children's father explained to his wife.

"So they have, but they haven't fretted much, except Trouble, and he
didn't know any better. All right, take them out and then come in. We'll
have an early supper. I do hope the storm will be over by to-morrow."

"I think it surely will," her husband said.

Teddy and Janet were soon warmly bundled up and were taken out of doors
by their father and uncle. The keen wind cut their faces and the
snowflakes blew in their eyes, but they liked it.

Through the snow tunnel they were carried to the barn door, which was
open. It opened right into the snow tunnel, and inside was a lantern,
for the barn was dark, being more than half covered with snow and there
being only one or two windows in it.

Jim, the horse, whinnied when he heard his friends come in, and the cow
mooed.

"They're glad to see us," said Janet.

"Yes, I guess they are," laughed her father. "I'm going to milk the cow.
Then we'll shake down some hay for her and Jim, and give them more
water, too. I'm glad the pump wasn't frozen."

So while Daddy Martin milked the cow, Uncle Frank tossed down hay from
the mow upstairs in the barn and pumped some water.

"And now can't we get Nicknack?" asked Teddy, when a foaming pail of
milk was ready to be carried to the house.

"Yes, I think so," answered his father.

"I called to him but he didn't answer," said Janet.

"I'll soon dig a way to Nicknack's place," said Uncle Frank, and he
started at a point where the tunnel ran to the barn door. It did not
take him long, with the big shovel, to clear a place so that the door to
Nicknack's stable was free, for the drifts were not so deep on this side
of the barn.

"Now for the goat!" cried Daddy Martin. "Stand back, Curlytops, and let
Uncle Frank go first."

Uncle Frank, holding the lantern over his head, entered the goat's
stable. He stood still for a few seconds.

"Is he all right?" asked Teddy anxiously.

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