bear to have such a dreadful thing happen. "I want to go!"

"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
their heavy overcoats, went with him. It was too dark outside for any of
the six little Bunkers to see anything that was going on. But by placing
their faces close against the windows of the car and holding a hand on
either side of the face to shut out the light in the car, they could see
a little way into the darkness outside.

"It's snowing hard," reported Russ.

"I like it," said Rose. "We can have some sleigh rides, and coast
downhill."

"And build snow men," added Violet, giving a little wriggle of pleasure.

"And snow forts, and have snowball fights!" exclaimed Laddie.

Mun Bun and Margy were eating some cookies their mother had saved for
them, so they didn't say anything, just then.

"Could you ever make a snow man that would talk?" asked Vi, when she and
the others had tired of looking out at the swirling flakes.

"'Course not!" exclaimed Laddie. "That would be like a riddle."

"I could make a snow man talk," declared Russ.

"You could not! How could you?" asked Laddie.

"I could scoop out a hollow place in his ba