"You must be very careful," said his father, when Ted had finished. "Coasting is fun, but if everyone is not careful you may get hurt, and we wouldn't like that."
It was still snowing hard when Ted and Jan went to bed, and it was with eager faces that they looked out into the night.
"Do you s'pose we'll be snowed in?" asked Jan.
"I hope so—that is, if we have enough to eat," answered Ted. "That's what grandpa said to do—buy lots to eat, 'cause the hermit said it was going to be an awful bad winter."
"Did you ever see a hermit, Ted?"
"No. Did you?"
"No. But I'd like to, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I would, Jan."
"Maybe I'll be a hermit some day," went on the little girl, after she had gotten into bed, her room being across the hall from Ted's.
"Huh! You can't be a hermit."