"Oh, yes, there's plenty left from last night, though if the storm keeps up I don't see how your father is going to get out to the barn to milk the cow, and Patrick cannot get over to do it through this storm."
Patrick was a man who milked for the Martins and sometimes did other work for them about the place.
"Daddy can milk," said Ted.
"Yes, I know he can," agreed Nora, "if he can only get out to the barn. But look at the big drifts in the yard."
Jan and Ted looked out again. The yard was indeed filled with great heaps of snow, many of them higher than the heads of the children. The yard was a big one and at the far end was the barn.
"Oh, look!" cried Ted. "Our snow bungalow is gone, Janet!"
"Oh, it's blowed down!" cried Janet.
"No, it hasn't," said Nora. "I could just see the tip top of it when I got up early this morning, but now the snow has covered it. The bungalow is there all right, but you can't see it. It's under a big drift."
"Oh, wouldn't it be fun if we were out in it now?" cried Teddy.
"Indeed, and you'd starve and freeze," laughed Nora.