"If the train can't go we can get out and walk," suggested Russ. "I like
to walk in the snow. If I had some lawn tennis rackets I could make
snowshoes for all of us, and we could walk on them."

"But you haven't any tennis rackets," observed Laddie. "And you can't
get any on the train, lessen maybe the boy that had Mun Bun's popgun has
some."

"They don't play lawn tennis in winter," said Rose.

"Hush, children, dear," begged Mrs. Bunker, for they were raising their
voices as they talked. "We want to hear what the trainman says."

"What happened that made us stop so quickly, and with such a bump?"
asked Grandpa Ford, as the railroad man came in covered with the white
flakes. "Was there an accident?"

"A little one," the man answered. "But we'll soon be all right. The snow
clogged and stopped up a switch, and the engineer was afraid he would
get on the wrong track, so he put on the brakes quickly and made a short
and sudden stop. But we are going to dig away the snow, and then, I
think, we can go on again."

"We want to go to Grandpa Ford's," spoke up Violet, as she stood close
to the trainman. "Will the train take us there?"

"It will if the snow will let us, little girl," was the answer, and many
passengers in the train laughed at Vi's funny question.

The brakeman hurried out, and some of the men passengers, putting on