There was eating and talking and laughter and more eating and more talking and more laughter and then they began all over again.
At last even Uncle Frank, who was a bigger man than Daddy Martin, said he had had enough to eat. So the chairs were pushed back, after Nora had brought in some snow cream, which was something like ice cream only made with snow instead of ice, and Uncle Frank told about a prairie fire.
Then Aunt Jo told one about having been on a ship that struck a rock and sank. But no one was drowned, she was glad to be able to say.
Ted and Jan liked to listen to the stories, but they kept looking out in the back yard, and finally Uncle Frank said:
"I know what these Curlytops want!"
"What?" asked Mother Martin.
"They want to go out into the yard and finish the snow bungalow! Don't you, Curlytops?"
"Yes!" cried Jan and Ted.
"And I want to go out, too," went on Uncle Frank, "for I'm not used to staying in the house so much, especially after I've eaten such a big dinner. So come on out and we'll have some fun."
"I'm coming, too!" cried Aunt Jo. "I love it in the fresh air and the snow."