“Oh, not snow, Daddy!” exclaimed Mrs. Martin. “We aren’t ready for snow. This bungalow would be too cold for the Curlytops to be snowed in.”
“Oh, do you ’member how we got snowed in once?” asked Janet of her brother.
“Sure I do,” he answered. “Say, we did have lots of fun then!”
And those of you who have read about what took place when the Curlytops were snowed in will recall what happened to Ted, Janet and the others.
“I think the storm is coming along fast,” said Uncle Ben, as he listened to the sighing of the wind in the trees around the bungalow. “It’s going to rain, but I don’t believe it will snow, though it may hail, and hail stones are worse than snow.”
“Can we throw hail stones, Uncle Ben?” asked Ted, while he built up a little house of dominoes for Trouble on the floor of the porch.
“Well, if they don’t melt too soon you might throw hail stones,” answered the sailor.
So they sat on the porch and talked until it was time to go to bed. Meanwhile the wind blew harder and harder.
Then, in the middle of the night it began to rain. But the Curlytops and Trouble, and Tom and Lola did not know this, for they were asleep. Skyrocket, the dog, who slept in a little box on the porch, was awakened by the storm, and whined. He was lonesome, so Mrs. Martin let him into the bungalow for the rest of the night.
In the morning, when the Curlytops and their friends awakened and looked from the window, they saw how bad the storm was. It was raining very hard, and the wind blew in great gusts that shook the trees, and bent the smaller ones half way to the earth.