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Mr. Parkney , who by the way looked strong and well again , soon had everything all straight . He and Bob went out to the barn and put the horse in his stall and brought back the five children . Mrs. Parkney spread a red cloth on the kitchen table , for the kitchen was cozy and warm and no amount of snow from rubber boots and little shoes could harm the linoleum floor , and began to get them something to eat . `` They must be starved , poor lambs , '' she said , `` It is almost three o'clock . '' You see , the children had been walking ever since half-past eleven o'clock that morning and had had nothing to eat since their breakfasts . No wonder they were tired and hungry . `` I do n't see how you could walk away out here , '' said Bob Parkney , pouring milk into the bowls his mother had put out on the table .