“Plenty of snow for a snowball fight now,” Danny said.
“I haven’t any time to fight,” answered Bert, in no very friendly tones. He more than half suspected Danny had suggested to Sam the idea that Bert had broken the church window.
“Aren’t mad, are you?” Danny wanted to know.
Bert was going to answer and say he was not exactly “mad” when Sam, coming along the street, called to Danny and the latter hastened off to join his crony.
“I’d just like to find out why you went into the church that time I fell down the trapdoor,” mused Bert, as he struggled along, for it was hard going. “It had something to do with the broken window, I’m sure.”
The wind was rising again and it was very cold. The gale whipped snowflakes from the ground into Bert’s face with stinging force.
“Maybe we’ll have another blizzard,” he thought. “It sure does look like more snow,” and he glanced up at the gray clouds.
Bert reached home at last and found Nan trying to amuse Flossie and Freddie in the house. It was hard work, for the small twins, now that they could look out and see that the fall of snow had stopped, at least for a time, wanted to go outside and play in the drifts.
“I think it will be all right for them to come out with me for a little while,” suggested Bert, when he saw how Flossie and Freddie were “pestering” Nan. “They can put on their boots, dress warmly, and I’ll take care of them.”
“Well, all right,” agreed Nan. “But they mustn’t stay out too long. Mother wouldn’t let them if she were here.” At the mention of her absent mother Nan felt her eyes filling with tears, so she quickly turned her head away.