"I thought it best to make sure of our breakfast first," repeated Mrs. Peterkin. "Shall we literally have nothing left to eat?" asked Mr. Peterkin. "There's the pig!" suggested Solomon John. Yes, happily, the pigsty was at the end of the wood-house, and could be reached under cover. But some of the family could not eat fresh pork. "We should have to 'corn' part of him," said Agamemnon. "My butcher has always told me," said Mrs. Peterkin, "that if I wanted a ham I must keep a pig. Now we have the pig, but have not the ham!" "Perhaps we could 'corn' one or two of his legs," suggested one of the little boys. "We need not settle that now," said Mr. Peterkin. "At least the pig will keep us from starving." [Illustration] The little boys looked serious; they were fond of their pig. "If we had only decided to keep a cow," said Mrs. Peterkin. "Alas! yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "one learns a great many things too late!" "Then we might have had ice-cream all the time!" exclaimed the little boys. Indeed, the little boys, in spite of the prospect of starving, were quite pleasantly excited at the idea of being snowed-up, and hurried through their breakfasts that they might go and try to shovel out a path from one of the doors. "I ought to know more about the water-pipes," said Mr. Peterkin. "Now, I shut off the water last night in the bath-room, or else I forgot to; and I ought to have shut it off in the cellar." The little boys came back. Such a wind at the front door, they were going to try the side door. "Another thing I have learned to-day," said Mr. Peterkin, "is not to have all the doors on one side of the house, because the storm blows the snow against _all_ the doors." Solomon John started up. "Let us see if we are blocked up on the east side of the house!" he exclaimed. "Of what use," asked Mr. Peterkin, "since we have no door on the east side?" "We could cut one," said Solomon John. "Yes, we could cut a door," exclaimed Agamemnon. "But how can we tell whether there is any snow there?" asked Elizabeth Eliza,--"for there is no window." In fact, the east side of the Peterkins' house formed a blank wall. The owner had originally planned a little block of semi-detached houses. He had completed only one, very semi and very detached. "It is not necessary to see," said Agamemnon, profoundly; "of course, if the storm blows against this side of the house, the house itself must keep the snow from the other side." [Illustration] "Yes," said Solomon John, "there must be a space clear of snow on the east side of the house, and if we could open a way to that"-- "We could open a way to the butcher," said Mr. Peterkin, promptly. Agamemnon went for his pickaxe. He had kept one in the house ever since the adventure of the dumb-waiter. "What part of the wall had we better attack?" asked Mr. Peterkin. Mrs. Peterkin was alarmed.