“Come back in here! Come right back in, you little tykes!”
“Oh, what are they doing now?” thought poor Nan.
CHAPTER XIII
SNOWED IN
Nan Bobbsey was glad her brother Bert was at home, helping her keep house. Without Bert she felt that she never could look after things, see to Flossie and Freddie and nurse the sick Mrs. Pry. And when Nan heard her small brother and sister squealing this way, which always meant mischief of some sort or other, she was more than glad that she also heard Bert’s voice calling to the small twins.
Nan got to the foot of the stairs in time to see Bert running out of a side door after Flossie and Freddie who, bare-headed and with no wraps on, had run out into the storm.
“Oh, you mustn’t do that!” exclaimed Nan. “Bring them in, Bert!”
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” he answered, but he could not help laughing, so jolly and full of fun were Flossie and Freddie, though they were also full of mischief.
“Now, I have you!” cried Bert as he caught Flossie before she had time to get very far away from the bottom of the steps.
“But you haven’t got me!” shouted Freddie, making a dash through the piles of snow on the ground and also through the cloud of swirling flakes falling from the sky. “You haven’t got me!”