The Curlytops Snowed In Grand Fun with Skates and Sleds   By: Howard Roger Garis (1873-1962)

HOWARD R. GARIS

[Illustration: TED'S SLED WAS RUNNING AWAY, AND DOWN THE DANGEROUS SLOPE. Page 20 ]

THE CURLYTOPS SNOWED IN

OR

Grand Fun with Skates and Sleds

BY

HOWARD R. GARIS

AUTHOR OF "THE CURLYTOPS SERIES," "BEDTIME STORIES," "UNCLE WIGGILY SERIES," ETC.

Illustrations by JULIA GREENE

NEW YORK CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY

1941

THE CURLYTOPS SERIES

By HOWARD R. GARIS

12mo. Cloth. Illustrated.

THE CURLYTOPS AT CHERRY FARM Or, Vacation Days in the Country

THE CURLYTOPS ON STAR ISLAND Or, Camping Out With Grandpa

THE CURLYTOPS SNOWED IN Or, Grand Fun With Skates and Sleds

THE CURLYTOPS AT UNCLE FRANK'S RANCH Or, Little Folks on Ponyback

CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY, New York

COPYRIGHT, 1918, BY CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY

THE CURLYTOPS SNOWED IN Printed in U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I A LETTER FROM GRANDPA 1

II A RUNAWAY SLED 14

III NICKNACK ON THE ICE 25

IV THE SNOW HOUSE 36

V NICKNACK SEES HIMSELF 52

VI THE SNOW MAN 62

VII A STRANGE BEDFELLOW 78

VIII THE LAME BOY 88

IX THROUGH THE ICE 99

X THANKSGIVING 114

XI THE SNOW BUNGALOW 125

XII TROUBLE IS LOST 143

XIII NICKNACK HAS A RIDE 153

XIV SNOWED IN 167

XV DRIVEN BACK 177

XVI DIGGING A TUNNEL 187

XVII IN A BIG DRIFT 201

XVIII NICKNACK IS GONE 209

XIX WHAT NICKNACK BROUGHT 222

XX IN THE BUNGALOW 234

THE CURLYTOPS SNOWED IN

CHAPTER I

A LETTER FROM GRANDPA

"Ted! Teddy! Look, it's snowing!"

"Oh, is it? Let me see, Mother!"

Theodore Martin, who was seldom called anything but Teddy or Ted, hurried away from the side of his mother, who was straightening his tie in readiness for school. He ran to the window through which his sister Janet, or Jan as she liked to be called, was looking.

"Oh, it really is snowing!" cried Ted in delight. "Now we can have some fun!"

"And look at the big flakes!" went on Jan. "They're just like feathers sifting down. It'll be a great big snowstorm, and we can go sleigh riding."

"And skating, too!" added Ted, his nose pressed flat against the window pane.

"You can't skate when there's snow on the pond," objected Jan. "Anyhow it hasn't frozen ice yet. Has it, Mother?"

"No, I think it hasn't been quite cold enough for that," answered Mrs. Martin.

"But it'll be a big snowstorm, won't it?" asked Jan. "There'll be a lot of big drifts, and we can wear our rubber boots and make snowballs! Oh, what fun, Ted!" and she danced up and down.

"And we can make a snow man, too," went on Teddy. "And a big snowball!"

"An' I frow snowballs at snow man!" exclaimed the voice of a smaller boy, who was eating a rather late breakfast at the dining room table.

"Oh, Trouble, we'll make you a little snow house!" cried Jan, as she ran over to his high chair to give him a hug and a kiss. "We'll make you a snow house and you can play in it."

"Maybe it'll fall down on him and we'll have to dig him out, like the lollypop man dug Nicknack, our goat, out of the sand hole when we were camping with grandpa," added Ted with a laugh. "Say, but it's going to be a big storm! Guess I'd better wear my rubber boots; hadn't I, Mother?"

"I hardly think so, Teddy," said Mrs. Martin. "I don't believe the snow will get very deep."

"Oh, Mother, won't it?" begged Jan, as if her mother could make it deep or not, just as she liked.