"It's all right, then. But don't you think it's pretty hard work for any kind of day?"
"Yes, but it's fun. Hear those pigs! They know we're coming."
It sounded a great deal as if the hungry quadrupeds in the pen were explaining their condition to all the outside world, or trying to, and cared very little how much work it might cost to bring them their breakfast.
Their neighbors in the stables and barn made less fuss about the matter, but they had even longer to wait. Before the great drift at the gate could be conquered, it was breakfast-time for human beings, and there was never a morning when coffee and hot cakes seemed more perfectly appropriate.
While the human workers were busy at the breakfast-table, the snow and wind did not take any resting spell, but kept right on, doing their best to restore the damaged drifts.
"Susie," said Port, "doesn't this make you think of Lapland?"
"Or Greenland, or Siberia?"
"Tell you what," said Corry, "I don't believe the Russians get any thing much better than this."
"If they do," said aunt Judith, "I don't want to live there. There won't be any going to meeting to-day."
"Meeting!" exclaimed the deacon. "There'll be a dozen big drifts between this and the village. All hands'll have to turn out to breaking roads, soon as the storm lets up."