Then came a crash and a crunch, and a shower of snow fell all round them. And, to their surprise, they found that their heads had smashed through the snow under which they had been concealed, and they were once more able to look out upon the great white world.
“We are still growing!” cried Tibbs.
“We shall be giants soon,” replied Coppertop; “but I only hope our clothes grow as well, or we shall look too silly for words.”
“How lovely to be giants!” cried Kiddiwee, gleefully.
And now the world round them seemed to be growing very small.
“The Clerk of the Weather did us little harm with his blizzard after all,” remarked Tibbs.
“Horrid person,” said Coppertop.
“He doesn’t know what a good friend we’ve found through his old blizzard. Mr. Atom is awfully nice. And he is going to help us—heaps. It’s funny how things happen.”