“I bet old Garry is holed up in the hotel there all right,” said Ned. “He’d never have got away before the storm.”
Dorothy hoped Garry had not started for the West and had become snowbound in some train; but she said nothing about it.
It took two full days for the roads to be broken around North Birchland. And then, of course, to use an automobile was quite impossible.
The Dale boys were naturally delighted, for there was no school for several days and snow-caves, snowmen and snow monuments of all kind were constructed all over the White lawns.
Nor were Joe and Roger alone in these out-of-door activities. The girls, as well as Ned and Nat, lent their assistance, and Tavia proved to be a fine snow sculptor.
“Always was. Believe I might learn to work putty and finally become a great sculptor,” she declared. “At Glenwood they said I had a talent for composition.”
“What kind of figure do you prefer to sculp, Tavia?” asked Ned, with curiosity.
“Oh, I think I should just love a job in an ice-cream factory, turning out works of art for parties and banquets. Or making little figures on New Year’s and birthday cakes. And then—think of all the nice ‘eats’!”
“Oh! I’d like to do that,” breathed Roger, with round eyes.
“Now, see,” laughed Dorothy, “you have started Roger, perhaps, in a career. He does love ice-cream and cake.”