“Oh, I hope Bert and Nan are all right!”
And the other would say:
“I hope so!”
Morning came at last, but it was not such a morning as all in Cedar Camp had hoped for. They had expected the storm to be over, so that a searching party could again set out to find Bert and Nan.
But instead of the storm being over, it was even worse than the night before. A regular blizzard had set in, the snow coming out of the north on the wings of a cold wind. Great drifts were piled high here and there through the camp clearing, and when Freddie and Flossie looked from the window they could hardly see the sawmill.
“Oh, oh!” squealed Freddie. “Look, Flossie! Just look!”
“We’re snowed in!” cried Flossie. “Oh, what fun we’ll have!”
“It’s just like Snow Lodge!” added Freddie, remembering a time spent there, when several adventurous happenings had taken place.
“Yes, I’m afraid we are snowed in,” said Mr. Bobbsey, with an anxious look out of the window. “But I hope it will not last long. Well, here come Tom Case and Old Jim. I must see what they want,” and he went to the door to let them in.
Meanwhile the snow came down steadily, and as Flossie had said, that part of the Bobbsey family at Cedar Camp was fairly snowed in. As for the other members of the family, Bert and Nan, we must now try to find out what had happened to them.