"Hello! getting up already?" came sleepily from his roommate, as Ben stretched himself and rubbed his eyes. "It must be pretty early." "That's where you're mistaken, Ben," was Dave's answer. "In a few minutes more it will be eight o'clock." "You don't say so! How dark it is! But I suppose it's the frost on the window makes that," went on the real estate dealer's son, as he, too, got up. "Phew! but it's some cold, isn't it?" and he started to dress without delay. The noise the two boys made in moving around the room aroused the others, and soon they too were getting up. "Wow! Talk about Greenland's Icy Mountains!" commented Phil, with a shiver. "How'd you like to go outside, Roger, just as you are, and have a snowball fight?" "Nothing doing!" retorted the senator's son, who was getting into his clothing just as rapidly as possible. "Say, fellows, but this surely is some snowstorm!" he continued, as he walked to the window and scraped some frost from a pane of glass so that he could catch a glimpse of what was outside. "It's still snowing to beat the band!" he announced. "And listen to the wind!" broke in Ben. "Why, sometimes it fairly rocks the building!" "Doesn't look much as if we were going to get back to-day," said Dave. "I suppose the roads are practically impassable." "They must be if it snowed all night," answered Ben. "Let us go down and take a look around." "I wonder if the girls are up yet?" questioned Roger. "It won't make much difference whether they are or not," returned Dave. "If we can't get away from here they may as well sleep as long as they please. There certainly isn't much to do in this small hotel." The youths were soon washed and dressed, and then all trooped below. They passed the rooms occupied by the girls and by Dr. Renwick and his wife, but heard no sounds coming from within. "They are taking advantage of the storm to have a good rest," commented Phil. He gave a yawn. "I almost wish I had remained in bed myself. We won't have a thing to do here." "I noticed a bowling alley next door, Phil," announced Roger. "If we can't do anything else to-day we can bowl a few games. That will be fine exercise." "Do the girls know about bowling?" questioned Ben. "Not very much," answered Dave. "Laura has bowled a few games, I believe. But it will be fun to teach them, if we don't find anything better to do." The boys walked through the small lobby of the hotel and into the smoking room. Here several men were congregated, all talking about the storm and the prospects of getting away. "The snow is nearly two feet deep on the level," said one man; "but the wind has carried it in all directions so that while the road is almost bare in some spots there are drifts six and eight feet high in others."