"Oh, children! what are you doing?" cried Mrs. Martin, when she saw what had happened.
"The window broke," said Teddy slowly.
"Yes, I see it did," answered his mother. "Who did it?"
Then Teddy proved himself a little hero, for he said:
"I—I guess I did. I got the cane and it slipped."
"I—I helped," bravely confessed Janet. "I told him to get the cane and I pushed on it, too."
"Well, I guess you didn't mean to," said Mrs. Martin kindly. "But it's too bad. We can't get the window fixed in this storm, and daddy will have to nail a board or something over the hole. Trouble, come away from that snow!"
Trouble was having fun with the snow that came in through the hole, and did not want to stop. But his mother caught him up in her arms and took him out of the room, sending in Nora to sweep up the pile of white flakes on the carpet.
Then Daddy Martin nailed a heavy blanket over the window to keep out the cold wind, though a little did come in, and snow also.
"Did you and Uncle Frank dig a path out to the barn?" asked Teddy, when the excitement over the broken window had died down.