CHAPTER XVI
DIGGING A TUNNEL
Even seeing their father and uncle so tired out from shoveling snow and from struggling with the storm did not make the Curlytops think how bad it was to be snowed in. They still thought it was going to be fun. And so, in a way, it was, I suppose. At any rate they had a warm house in which to stay and plenty of good things to eat.
"Well, what are you going to do?" asked Mrs. Martin of her husband as, standing in the entry, he brushed some of the snow off his boots with the broom.
"We'll have to try again," said Uncle Frank.
"Is it like your out-West blizzards, Uncle Frank?" asked Teddy.
"Yes, this is almost as bad as the ones we have out there," he said. "Only this isn't quite so cold."
"It's cold enough for me!" exclaimed Mr. Martin. "Here, Jan," he called to his little girl. "Just take hold of my nose, will you, my dear?"
"What for, Daddy?" asked the little girl.
"I want to see if it is still fast to my face," answered her father. "It got so cold when I was shoveling snow that I thought maybe it had frozen and dropped off."