"We are going home tomorrow, Hezekiah Squeaky," said Granny firmly.

[Illustration: _"And so," explained Uncle Squeaky, "he went on a hop,
skip and jump like this."_]

Tomorrow came.

"What makes it so dark?" wondered Limpy-toes. He lighted a lantern and
looked at his watch.

"It is after sun-up, Mammy!" he called. "You don't suppose we are snowed
in?"

Uncle Squeaky opened the door. In tumbled a mass of drifted snow.

"Just so, Limpy-toes!" he exclaimed. "Clear up to our roof!"

"We cannot haul our furniture today," said Grand-daddy.

"Snowed in?" wailed Granny. "Ah, whatever will become of us?"

"We will stay right in our cosy bungalow, Granny, until the snow melts,"
said Uncle Squeaky. "We have plenty of chips and pine cones to keep us
warm, and tasty food stored up to eat. We can be comfortable and happy."

"It is a lovely adventure," smiled Dot. "Aren't you glad it snowed,
Silvy?"

"Ah, yes," replied Silver Ears, "for now we can stay longer by the Lake.