"We have to be real quiet in the Giant's house. Let's stay here with Pa Field-Mouse where we can do as we choose," grinned Uncle Squeaky.
"We are going home tomorrow, Hezekiah Squeaky," said Granny firmly.
Tomorrow came.
"What makes it so dark?" wondered Limpy-toes. He lighted a lantern and looked at his watch.
"It is after sun-up, Mammy!" he called. "You don't suppose we are snowed in?"
Uncle Squeaky opened the door. In tumbled a mass of drifted snow.
"Just so, Limpy-toes!" he exclaimed. "Clear up to our roof!"
"We cannot haul our furniture today," said Grand-daddy.
"Snowed in?" wailed Granny. "Ah, whatever will become of us?"