Janet began to cry. She was afraid she would never see her brother again, and she loved him very much.
"Don't cry," said Uncle Frank kindly. "Well get Teddy out all right. Did he answer you?" he inquired of Daddy Martin.
"Not yet, but I guess——"
Just then a voice seemed to call from under their very feet.
"Here I am!" it said. "Down in a big pile of snow. Say, can you get me out? Every time I wiggle more snow falls in on top of me!"
"We'll get you out all right, Ted!" shouted his father. "Just keep as still as you can. Can you breathe all right?"
"Yep!" came back the answer, as if from far away.
Then Daddy Martin and Uncle Frank began to dig in the big drifts with their shovels, while Aunt Jo and Janet looked on. As yet Mrs. Martin and Nora knew nothing about what had happened, nor did Trouble.
"But it's of no use to tell your mother and frighten her, Janet," said Aunt Jo. "They'll have Teddy dug out in a minute, and then he can tell her himself what happened to him, and we'll all have a good laugh over it."
"Won't he smother?" asked Janet.