"What does he mean?" asked Ted.
"Oh, I presume he's just pretending that he put his snow man to bed in a drift of snow," said Mrs. Martin. "The poor child is so sleepy from having played out all the afternoon that he can't keep his eyes open. I'll put you to bed right after supper, Trouble."
"Trouble go to bed—snow man go to bed," murmured Baby William. He was very sleepy, so much so that his head nodded even while he was eating the last of his bread and milk. And then his mother carried him off to his room.
Ted and Janet sat up a little later to talk to their father, as they generally did.
"Did you hear any more from Grandpa Martin?" asked Ted, after he had finished studying his school lesson for the next day.
"What about?" asked Mr. Martin.
"About the big snowstorm that's coming."
"Oh, you mean about what the hermit said," laughed his father. "No, we haven't had any more letters from grandpa."
"But we will have enough to eat even if we are snowed in, won't we?" Jan queried.
"Oh, yes, I guess so," answered Daddy Martin. "Don't worry about that."