"Will we get to Tarrington?" asked Daddy Bunker.

"Yes, I am pretty sure we shall," was the answer.

The train did get to Tarrington, though not without some trouble and one
or two more stops to clear snow out of the switches. And when Tarrington
was reached it was quite late. It was dark, and cold, and snowing hard.

"I don't know about going on to my place to-night," said Grandpa Ford
with a shake of his head as he looked at the six little Bunkers. "I'm
afraid it will be a long, cold drive for them."

"Wrap them up in robes and we'll try it," said Daddy Bunker. "Is your
sled here?"

"Yes, my man is here with a strong team of horses and the big bob sled.
He says the roads are pretty good, but it is very cold. Well, we'll try.
And, if we can't make it, we'll come back and stay at the hotel here all
night."

They were in the Tarrington station now, where it was nice and warm and
light. Outside it was dark and cold and snowing hard. But the children
did not mind.

"We'll soon be at Grandpa's!" chanted Laddie.

"And have some bread and jam!" added Violet. "What's jam made of?" she
asked quickly. "Has it got honey in to make it sweet?"