"He's lonesome out there," added Ted.
"Bring your goat into the house?" cried Mother Martin. "Oh, my goodness, no!"
"Then we'd like to go out and see him," went on Teddy.
"Well, maybe, when we get the tunnel finished, and if it isn't too cold, I'll take you out," promised their father.
After dinner he and Uncle Frank began work on the tunnel again. The storm seemed to be stopping a little and the wind did not blow so hard.
"Please, Mother, couldn't Jan and I go out, just for a little while?" begged Teddy toward evening, when it was getting almost too dark for Mr. Martin and Uncle Frank to see to dig in the tunnel.
"What do you think, Aunt Jo?" asked Mrs. Martin.
"Oh, I should think it wouldn't hurt them to go out for a few minutes. Wrap them up well, and I'll go with them, on the side of the house where there isn't so much snow. But I wouldn't let Baby William go."
"No, I'll not."
So Ted and Jan and Aunt Jo got on their warm wraps and stepped out of the front door, where Daddy Martin and Uncle Frank had cleared a place on the veranda. Trouble cried to go, but, though the storm was not as bad as it had been at the start, it was too cold for him.