"We'll take plenty of newspapers," said Solomon John.

"And twine," said the little boys. And this matter was settled.

The question then was, "When should they go?"

THE PETERKINS SNOWED-UP. MRS. PETERKIN awoke one
morning to find a heavy snow-storm raging. The wind had flung
the snow against the windows, had heaped it up around the house,
and thrown it into huge white drifts over the fields, covering
hedges and fences.

Mrs. Peterkin went from one window to the other to look out; but
nothing could be seen but the driving storm and the deep white
snow. Even Mr. Bromwick's house, on the opposite side of the
street, was hidden by the swift-falling flakes.

"What shall I do about it?" thought Mrs. Peterkin. "No roads
cleared out! Of course there'll be no butcher and no milkman !"

The first thing to be done was to wake up all the family early; for
there was enough in the house for breakfast, and there was no
knowing when they would have anything more to eat.

It was best to secure the breakfast first.

So she went from one room to the other, as soon as it was light,
waking the family, and before long all were dressed and
downstairs.