"No, we wouldn't," declared Teddy. "It's nice and warm out there. Uncle Frank said he used to make snow bungalows like that out West and he's lived in one a whole week in a blizzard."
"But he had something to eat," went on Nora, "and there's nothing in your bungalow."
"Yes, there is, a little," remarked Teddy. "We had a play party in it yesterday—Jan, me and Trouble, and we left some of the things we couldn't eat. I put 'em in a box and tied 'em up in a piece of carpet we had there. I was going to come back and make-believe I was a tramp and awful hungry, only I forgot it. There's things to eat out there, Nora. We wouldn't starve."
"Well, I guess your mother wouldn't let you go out there and play anyhow, in this storm."
"We'll have some fun in the house," said Janet. "Oh, doesn't it snow, Ted!"
There came a big gust of wind just then and a cloud of snow hid the yard from sight. All the children could see was a lot of whiteness.
"Oh, what about Nicknack?" asked Jan suddenly.
"What you mean?" asked her brother.
"I mean will he have enough to eat? Maybe we've got to go out and feed him."
"I gave him something to eat last night," said Teddy, "and I left a big pail of water in his stable. I guess he'll be all right. Anyhow Daddy and Uncle Frank are going out to the barn and they can feed our goat."