Some benches and chairs were made of the pieces of wood left over and Uncle Frank even built a little table in the middle of the play bungalow.
"You can eat your dinners here when it's too warm in the house," he said with a laugh.
Then Ted, Janet, Tom Taylor and his sister Lola had fun in the new bungalow while the older folk went in to sit and talk of the days when they were children and played in the snow.
Daddy Martin told about the strange lame boy who had come to his store and, later, to the house, but who had gone away without waiting to tell what he wanted.
"Ted and Jan are anxious to see him to make sure he is not their friend Hal," said Mr. Martin. "But I do not think it is. Hal would not take a pocketbook."
"Then you have never found the lost money?" asked Mrs. Martin.
"No, never," her husband answered. "Still I do not want to say the lame boy took it until I am more sure."
The Curlytops and their friends played in the yard around the snow bungalow until it was getting dark. Trouble had been brought in some time before by his mother, and now it was the hour for Jan and Ted to come in.
"We'll go coasting to-morrow, Tom!" called Ted to his chum.
"All right," was the answer. "I'll call for you right after breakfast."