"We've nothing to worry about, then," said Madge, cheerfully. "We're supplied with all the comforts of home——"
"And plenty to eat," sighed Heavy, with satisfaction.
CHAPTER XXII
SNOWED IN
Naturally, thirteen young folk in a cave could not be content to sit before the fire inactive. They played games, they sang songs, they made up verses, and finally Madge produced a pencil and a notebook and they wrote a burlesque history of "George Washington and the Cherry Tree."
The first author wrote a page of the history and two lines on the second page. Then the second read those last two lines and went on with the story, leaving another two lines at the top of the next page, and so on. It was a wonderful piece of literary work when it was finished, and Madge kept it to read to the S.B.'s when they got back to Briarwood Hall.
"For, of course," she said, "we're not going to be forever shut up in this cave. I don't want to turn into a 'cave man'—nor yet a 'cave woman'!"
"See if the snow has stopped—that's a good boy, Tommy," urged Helen.
"Of course it hasn't. Don't you see how dark it is, sis?" returned her twin.