e snow and the storm. And before you
know it--why, it will be night and time to go to bed and in the morning
the storm may be over and you can be out."

"Come on!" cried Jan to her brother.

"Wait a minute," he said, standing still in the middle of the room,
while Trouble, who seemed to know that something was going on different
from usual, jumped up and down, crying:

"We hab some fun! We hab some fun!"

"But you mustn't jump like that up in the attic," said his mother,
shaking her finger at him. "If you do you'll rattle the boards and maybe
make the plaster fall."

"Do you mean the plaster like the kind I had on when I was sick?" asked
Jan.

"No, my dear, I mean the plaster on the ceiling," said her mother.
"Well, Teddy, why don't you go along and play the game I told you
about?" she asked, as she saw the little boy still standing in the
middle of the sitting-room. "Play the steamboat game with the old chair.
The chair will be the ship, and you can take the old spinning wheel to
steer with, and maybe there's a piece of stovepipe up there that you can
use for a smokestack. Only, for mercy's sake, don't get all black, and
don't let Trouble get black."

"Come on, Ted!" cried his sister to him.

"I was just thinkin'," he said thoughtfully. "Say, Mother, don't folks
get hungry when they're on a ship?"

"I guess so, Ted."

"And even on a make-believe one?"

"Well, yes, I suppose they do. But you can make believe eat if you get
make-believe hungry."

"But what if we get _really_ hungry?" asked Teddy. "I'm that way now,
almost. Couldn't we have something real to eat on the make-believe
steamboat, Mother?"

Mrs. Martin laughed.

"Why, yes, I suppose you could," she answered. "You children go on up to
the attic and get the old chair ready to play steamboat, and I'll see
what I can find to bring up to you to eat."

"Now we can have some fun!" cried Ted, and he no longer looked out of
the window at the snow, and wished he could be in it playing, even
though that was not exactly good for him.

Up the stairs trooped the Curlytops, followed by Trouble, who grunted
and puffed as he made his way, holding to the hem of Jan's dress.

"What's the matter, Trouble?" asked Jan, turning around.

"Maybe he's making believe he's climbing a mountain," said Ted. "You
always have to breathe hard when you do that."

"Did you ever climb a mountain?"

"No, but I ran up a hill once," answered her brother, "and that made my