“Yes, we did!” she giggled.
“I went to the front door to see if the man had left the milk,” explained Bert, “for he leaves it on the front steps when it storms too much to come around to the back. And when I opened the door these two prisoners,” and laughingly he shook a finger at them, “wanted to go out and get some snow to bring in the house.
“I said they couldn’t, and I only had time to get the door shut to keep them in. Then I went to the side door, leaving them trying to unlock the front door, which they couldn’t do, because I took the key out,” and with another laugh Bert held up the key. “But all of a sudden they crawled past me while I was looking on the side porch for the milk, and that’s how they got out. I had to run after them.”
“I was wondering what happened,” said Nan. “Did you bring the milk in, Bert?”
“No, I didn’t Nan. There isn’t any milk.”
“Oh, didn’t the milkman come?”
“Guess he didn’t,” Bert answered. “It isn’t the first time he’s missed us in a storm.”
“Well, I think we have enough left for to-day,” said Nan. “I’m pretty sure there is a bottle in the pantry. But if he doesn’t leave any to-morrow, Bert, you’ll have to go after some. But I guess the storm will stop by then.”
“I don’t know,” said Bert, while again he shook his finger at Flossie and Freddie who were laughing together in a corner, plotting more tricks, it is likely. “It looks as if it’s going to snow for a week, Nan.”
“Oh, I hope it doesn’t do that!” she cried. “Mother and father would never get home and we’ll never have any word from them.”