Then Daddy Martin told about the letter from grandpa at Cherry Farm, and of the hermit's prediction that there was going to be a hard winter.
"Well, Thanksgiving is a good time to be snowed in," said Uncle Frank. "There's sure to be enough to eat in the house."
"Were you ever snowed in?" asked Ted, when he was seated on one of Uncle Frank's knees and Jan was on the other.
"Oh, lots of times," was the answer.
"Tell us about it!" eagerly begged the Curlytops.
"I think you had better hear Uncle Frank's stories to-morrow," said Mother Martin. "It is getting late now, and time you were asleep. You may get up early, if you wish and you'll have all day with our nice company."
"Oh, Mother! just let Uncle Frank tell one story!" pleaded Jan.
"We haven't heard one for an awful long while," added her brother. "I mean a story like what he can tell," he added quickly. "Course you tell us nice stories, Mother, and so does Daddy, but can't Uncle Frank tell us just one?"
"I don't know," returned Mother Martin, as if not quite sure.
"Oh, please!" begged Jan and Ted together, for they thought they saw signs of their mother's giving in.