The police promised to look for the lame boy and help him if he needed it. And then all else was forgotten, for a time, in the joys of the coming Thanksgiving.
The night before the great day, when the Curlytops were in the sitting-room after supper talking of the fun they would have, and when Trouble was going to sleep in his mother's lap, Daddy Martin went to the window to look out.
"It's snowing hard," he said.
"Oh, goodie!" laughed Jan.
"Now we can build the big snow house!" cried Ted.
Just then the doorbell rang loudly.
CHAPTER XI
THE SNOW BUNGALOW
"Who's that?" asked Mrs. Martin, without thinking, for, of course, there was no way of telling who was at the door until it was opened.
"I'll go to see," offered Daddy Martin.