"I wouldn't stay near the window any longer if I were you. The wind blows in a little, and it's drafty. You will get cold all over—not only your little noses. Go up to the playroom and I'll come, too. We'll have some fun."
"Just wait until we see if we can watch daddy and Uncle Frank a minute," pleaded Teddy.
They all looked out of the window again. Once in a while they had a glimpse of their father or his uncle tossing the snow to one side. The two men were trying to dig a path from the house to the barn, and they were down in a deep trench, with white walls on either side.
"This is a terrible storm!" said Aunt Jo as she went up to the playroom with the Curlytops and Trouble. "I hope no little boys or girls are out in it."
"I hope not, either," echoed Jan with a little shiver, as she heard the wind howl around the corner of the house and dash the hard flakes of snow up against the windows.
"If any boys or girls were out in it they could stay in our bungalow," said Ted. "There's some blankets in there and a little to eat."
"And they could drink snow for water," said Jan. "I ate some snow once and it tickled my throat."
"Snow isn't good to eat," said Aunt Jo. "Up near the North Pole, the Eskimos and travelers never eat snow. It would make them ill. They melt it and drink the water when they are thirsty. But I hope no little boy or girl has to leave his or her warm house and live in your bungalow, nice as it may be. I'm afraid they'd be pretty cold in it even with a blanket and a piece of carpet."
"If daddy and Uncle Frank would dig a path we could go out to our bungalow and see," observed Jan.
"Maybe there's a tramp in it, like we thought there was on Star Island," went on Ted.