"It would take a good deal of cold weather to freeze her," he said to himself; and he was right.
He could hear aunt Judith out in the kitchen, complaining to Susie and Pen that every thing in the milk-room had frozen. When Corry and his father came in from feeding the stock, however, they both declared that it was a "splendid, frosty, nipping kind of a morning." They looked as if it might be, and Porter hitched his chair a little nearer the fire; but Corry added,—
"Now, Port, we're in for some fun."
"All right. What is it?"
"We're going to the woods after breakfast. You and I'll take our guns with us, and see if we can't knock over some rabbits."
"Shoot some rabbits!"
"I'll take father's gun, and you can take mine."
Just then Pen's voice sounded from the kitchen excitedly,—
"Do you hear that, Susie? They're going to the woods. Let's go!"
"Oh! if they'll let us."