"So do I!" added Janet.
"Let me dig!" begged Aunt Jo. "I can handle a snow shovel as good as a man, and you must be tired, Uncle Frank."
"No, we'll soon dig him out," said Daddy Martin. "The rest of you stay here. Ruth," he went on to his wife, "get some hot water ready, and a bed. If that poor boy has been snowed up in that bungalow for two or three days he must be almost dead, and half starved, too."
"But how did he get there?" asked Mrs. Martin.
"And who is he?" asked Aunt Jo.
"All I know is what I read in the note," replied the father of the Curlytops. "It may be the same lame boy who was in my store and ran away before I had a chance to talk to him."
"And maybe he's the one who you thought might have taken the pocketbook," added Uncle Frank.
"Well, we won't talk of that now," said Daddy Martin. "We'll get him dug out of the snow first, and ask him questions later. Come on!"
"How do you suppose Nicknack got to the bungalow?" asked Teddy.
"Oh, I guess he just dug his way through the snow, making a tunnel for himself from his barn," answered Mrs. Martin.