It was shortly before noon that Nan went to the side door to look out and see if, by any chance, the belated milkman had been along. But the door would not open, though Nan tugged at it. Then, looking from a side window, she saw that a big drift of snow had piled up on the steps against the door, to which, as well as to the door jambs, the snow had frozen.
“Oh, Bert, we’re snowed-in!” cried Nan. “We’re snowed-in, Bert!”
Bert came running from the kitchen at the sound of his sister’s voice. At the same time, up in the attic sounded loud shouts from Flossie and Freddie.
“Oh, what else has happened?” wailed poor Nan.
CHAPTER XIV
NAN’S BISCUITS
Bert Bobbsey at first thought something had happened to Nan when he heard her call out. But as he came in from the kitchen and saw her standing safely by the door, he asked:
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing is the matter with me,” answered Nan. “But the door is snowed fast. We can’t get out.”
“We can go to another door then,” said Bert, not much excited. “Once last winter we couldn’t get the back door open because a lot of snow had drifted against it, and we had to use the front door. That’s nothing.”