"Never was better; but she was worried about you folks, and I said I'd come over and see.—Susie, did you know it'd been snowing a little out of doors?"
"How did you ever get through?"
"I just burrowed most of the way, like a wood-chuck."
"You can't go back by the same hole," chuckled Corry.
"I could if it was there. Guess I won't stay long, though: mother'll be afraid I'm lost in the drift."
He was right about that; and, after a few minutes of merry talk, they all gathered at the front-gate to see him plunge in again.
"He'll get through," said the deacon. "There's the makin' of a man in Vosh. He goes right straight ahead into any thing."
The last thing he had said before starting was,—
"All Benton Valley'll be out a-breakin' roads to-morrow."
"That's so," said the deacon; but, after Vosh had gone, he added, "and snow-ploughs won't be of any kind of use."