"No, but we'd better put some boards in front of the hole we have dug to keep it from filling with snow in the night."
"Yes, we'll do that," said Mr. Martin.
The two men led the way to the tunnel, in which they had been digging most of the day. Aunt Jo, Teddy and Janet followed. At the window, one of the few out of which she could look into the big storm, Mrs. Martin motioned for the Curlytops to come in. Daddy waved his hand and called that he would bring them in as soon as he had showed them the tunnel.
The Curlytops thought this a wonderful place. They had been through railroad tunnels, but they were black and smoky. This snow tunnel was clean and white, not a speck of dirt being in it. Though it was cut through a great, white drift it was getting dark inside, for the sun was not shining, and night was coming.
"Wouldn't this be a dandy place to play?" cried Ted.
"Fine," answered Janet. "Nicer than our snow bungalow. When can we dig out to our bungalow?" she asked her father.
"Oh, in a day or two, I presume. It's pretty well covered with snow, and we must first see that the horse and cow are all right. It will be time enough to think of play after we have done that."
"And we've got to feed and water Nicknack, too," added Janet.
"Yes, we mustn't forget your goat," laughed Uncle Frank.
"Did you leave him any hay and water?" asked Daddy Martin.