"Trouble want to see snow," was the answer.
"It is snowing, and snowing hard!" exclaimed Ted. "Hurray, it's a regular blizzard!"
Indeed it was snowing hard. Those inside had a glimpse of the storm before Daddy Martin closed the door Trouble had opened. It had not been fastened tight and the little boy had managed to pull it open. He had awakened after being put to sleep for the night in his crib, and had crept downstairs. His mother thought the wind blowing the hard flakes of snow against a window near him must have awakened him.
"I'll go up to bed with him now," she said, "and I'll see that he doesn't get up again until morning."
"I guess we'll all go to bed," said Aunt Jo. "I'm tired and sleepy myself."
Ted and Jan looked out of the window as they began to undress.
"It's snowing hard," said Teddy.
"And maybe we'll be snowed in!" added his sister.
All night the storm raged. The wind blew hard and the snow came down in great, white feathery piles. Ted and Jan slept soundly, for they had played hard the day before. It was late in the day when they awakened, and they saw a light in the hall outside their room.
"What's the matter?" asked Janet, as she saw her mother up and dressed. "What you dressed for at night, Mother?"