"It's getting colder," remarked Daddy Martin, as he went out on the porch to look at the thermometer before going to bed.
"Does it look as if it would snow?" asked his wife.
"Well, there are no stars out, so it must be cloudy, and cloudy weather in winter generally means snow."
"Have we any of the roast turkey left from Thanksgiving?" asked Uncle Frank.
"Oh, yes, plenty," answered Daddy Martin. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, so if we get snowed in we'll have plenty to eat."
"Oh, we'll have plenty besides turkey," put in Mother Martin. "But I don't believe we'll get snowed in."
It was not quite time for Ted and Janet to go to bed, and they liked to sit up and listen to what their father and mother, Aunt Jo and Uncle Frank had to say. The Curlytops loved company as much as you children do.
Trouble had been put to bed, though not before he had made his sister and brother tell, over and over again, how Nicknack rode downhill on the sled. Trouble laughed each time he heard the story.
The Curlytops were playing a little game with Uncle Frank, and Aunt Jo, Daddy and Mother Martin were talking about the good times they used to have in winter when they were children, when Mrs. Martin said: