“Do you think it will ever snow, Mother?” asked Flossie for about the twentieth time.
“And will there be ice so I can skate?” Freddie wanted to know.
“Well, my dears, there will be snow and ice, surely, in a little while,” answered Mrs. Bobbsey. “But when I can not say. You must be patient. Think of your blessings, as Uncle William would say.”
“I want to have some fun,” complained Freddie. “Oh, look!” he suddenly cried, coming back to the window away from which he had started to go.
“What is it?” asked Flossie.
“It’s our cat—Snoop! A big dog just came along and Snoop ran up the tree. Now he can’t get down!”
“Oh, of course Snoop can get down out of a tree,” said Nan. “He’s often climbed up and down before.”
But this time Snoop did not come down. Whether he had been too much frightened by the dog, or whether he was afraid of falling if he started to come down backward out of the tree, I don’t know. But Snoop stayed up on a limb, where he cried pitifully.
“I’ll get him down,” offered Bert. “I can climb out on that limb from our front porch roof. I’ve done it before.”
Bert went upstairs, climbed out on the porch roof, and a little later was over in the tree where Snoop was perched.