“That’s bad,” said Bert, looking at the swirling snow all about. “And the wildcat ate my lunch.”
“We’ve a little left,” Flossie said. “Did you save any chestnuts, Bert?”
“I brought some, but I ate ’em. But Nan’s got some, back at Mrs. Bimby’s cabin, if we can find it. You say daddy started out after us?”
“Yes, to find you and Nan and take something to Mrs. Bimby,” explained Freddie. “Her husband was at our camp. He got lost in the snow, and he said his wife didn’t have anything in the cupboard.”
“She didn’t—not very much,” Bert said. “I shot a rabbit, but I guess that’s all eaten now. But say, you two oughtn’t to be out here alone!”
“We’re not alone now,” Flossie said. “We got you with us!”
“Well, I’m glad you met me,” Bert said. “And I’m glad Rover drove that wildcat away. I scared one with snowballs, but I couldn’t hit this one very well. Now we’d better try to get back to camp. I guess there’s going to be another storm.”
“Will it snow a whole lot and cover us all up?” asked Flossie, anxiously.
The poor little girl had had quite enough of snow, cold wind, blizzards, and bad weather of all sorts.
“Oh, I guess maybe it won’t snow so very hard,” answered Bert. He did not want to confess to Flossie and Freddie that he was a bit frightened.