Janet grasped her father's nose in her warm hands.
"Oh, it's awful cold!" she cried with a little shiver.
"I know it is!" laughed Mr. Martin. "That's what made me afraid it was going to drop off. I'm glad I still have it."
"Are you cold, too, Uncle Frank?" asked Teddy.
"A little, yes. But I shoveled hard at the snow and I'm warmer now."
"Take some hot coffee," said Mrs. Martin. "Nora will pour it out for you. No, Trouble! You mustn't do that!" she cried, as she saw Baby William crumbling a slice of bread into the pitcher of milk.
"What's he doing?" asked Aunt Jo.
"Goin' make a cake," the little fellow answered. "Make cake an' have p'ay party."
"Well, you can have a play party with something else," laughed his mother. "We can't let you waste milk that way when we can't tell when we'll get more if daddy can't get out to the barn to milk the cow."
She took the slice of bread away from William and set him down from the table to which he had climbed up in a chair.