“Ho! Ho!” laughed his sister. “You’d have bacon three times a day, I guess.”
“Well, it’s what fellows always have in camp, and this is like camp,” Bert explained.
“It is, a little,” agreed Nan. “My, how the snow keeps up!”
“And the wind, too!” added Bert as a sudden gust howled around the corner of the house, sending the hard snowflakes rattling against the windows.
With Bert to help her, Nan tidied the rooms and set the house to rights. Then she looked in the pantry and saw that they had enough food for another day. She caught sight of a package of prepared flour, out of which she had often seen Dinah make griddle cakes.
“We’ll have griddle cakes and maple syrup for lunch,” decided Nan.
“Hurray!” cried Bert. “That’s better than bacon. But can you bake griddle cakes, Nan?”
“Of course,” she answered.
“Let me turn them for you,” begged Bert.
“I’ll see,” was all Nan would promise.