“I guess there’d be some way out,” answered Bert. “But I don’t believe there’ll be any mail delivered to-day. I could go down to the post-office after it, though.”
“No, I don’t want you to go out in the storm!” objected Nan. “I don’t want to be left here all alone, with Mrs. Pry sick. Maybe you couldn’t get back.”
“I’ll stay with you,” promised her brother good-naturedly. “But is Aunt Sallie very sick?”
“Well, she has lots of pain in her back,” explained Nan. “That’s why I’m going to take her the hot flatiron. Then I must wash the dishes and see about getting lunch.”
“Could we play picnic and make believe take our lunch to the woods to eat?” asked Flossie.
“Oh, that would be lots of fun!” cried Freddie. “We could make believe up in the attic was woods. Let’s do that!”
“I’ll see about it,” answered Nan. “Now you look after them a little while, Bert, and I’ll take this iron to Aunt Sallie. And don’t you two little tykes dare to run out in the snow again!”
“We won’t,” promised Flossie.
Nan found the old lady moving restlessly about in bed with the pain of the lumbago in her back.
“Do you think I ought to get the doctor for you?” asked the girl.