“You’d think so if you’d seen how he piled into the buckwheat cakes this morning,” chuckled Bobby. “Honestly, fellows, I thought that Meena would have heart failure trying to cook them fast enough.”
“I noticed that you did your part all right,” laughed Pee Wee. “I had all I could do to get my share of the maple syrup.”
“Buckwheats and maple syrup!” groaned Mouser. “Say, fellows! stop talking about them or you’ll make me so hungry I’ll have to bite the woodwork.”
“We can do better than that,” said Fred. “Here comes the train boy. Let’s get some candy and peanuts.”
The boys bought lavishly and munched away contentedly.
“Look at the way the snow’s coming down!” exclaimed Fred, gazing out of the window.
“It is for a fact,” agreed Bobby.
“Looks as though it had settled in for a regular storm,” commented Mouser.
“Maybe it will be a blizzard,” suggested Pee Wee.
As a matter of fact, it appeared to be that already. The snow was falling heavily and shutting out the view so that the boys could scarcely see the telegraph poles at the side of the track. A fierce wind was blowing, and in many places the fence rails were almost covered where the snow had drifted.