“Yes,” agreed Nan, “it is. And it would be jolly fun here if only the storm would stop.”
“It’s snowing yet,” remarked Bert as they grew quiet a moment and listened to the flakes striking against the windows.
Though the older Bobbsey twins were a bit worried over keeping house all by themselves, with Aunt Sallie Pry ill in bed, Flossie and Freddie were not at all alarmed. It was a perpetual picnic for them, and they had so much fun, playing about the room, eating pop corn and playing they were sailors shipwrecked on a desert island, and rushing to door or window to see the storm that Nan had hard work to get them to go to bed.
But at last they were tucked in, and then Nan came down to sit for a while with Bert, having first gone in to see if Mrs. Pry needed anything.
“We’ll have to get her some more liniment in the morning, Bert,” Nan told her brother.
“Yes, I’ll go to the store,” he agreed. “I don’t mind the snow.”
“Then you can bring in some bread,” added Nan.
“And I’ll see if there is any mail for us at the post-office,” added her brother.
The Bobbsey twins were rather surprised the next morning when they looked out and found that the storm had stopped. At least, the snow had ceased falling, though a mass of gray clouds in the sky seemed to tell of more to come.
“I can get out to the store now!” cried Bert as he quickly dressed. “And I’ll get the mail, too!”