"I feel a cold wind blowing, don't the rest of you?"
"It is chilly," agreed her husband. "The wind must have sprung up suddenly and is coming through the cracks of the windows."
"There's more wind than comes through a crack," said Mrs. Martin. "I think a door is open. It comes from the front. Did you shut the hall door, Dick?"
"Yes, I closed it after I came in from looking at the thermometer," answered her husband.
"Well, I'm going to see what makes such a draft on my back!" exclaimed Mrs. Martin, getting up.
She went out into the hall, and the others did not think much more about it for a little while until Mrs. Martin suddenly cried:
"No wonder I felt a cold wind! Trouble Martin! What will you do next? Oh, dear! You're always doing something! Come in this instant!"
"What's he doing now? I thought he was safe in bed and away over in Dreamland," said Daddy Martin.
"So did I," returned his wife. "But he must have gotten up and come downstairs. I didn't hear a sound, but here the little tyke has the front door open! Oh, how cold it is!"
"What made you do it, Trouble?" his father asked, as he caught the little fellow up in his arms.