“But you can’t put in a new window!” said Nan.
“We can tack a blanket or something over it, and that will keep out the snow and wind,” decided Bert. “I’ll get a hatchet!”
It seemed to be the only thing to do. For, as Freddie had said, the branch, if left to sway to and fro, would keep hitting against the side of the house and might in time break the clapboards and smash a hole through the plaster.
“Can you chop that branch off?” asked Nan, anxiously.
“Sure!” declared her brother. “I’ll just get out on the porch roof, and I’ll soon cut through that limb. It only hangs by a few shreds. It’ll be easy.”
Nan saw what Bert meant to do. They went a little way into the guest room, but it was so cold, now that the window was smashed, and the wind blew the snow about with such swirling gusts that Nan thought the small twins might catch cold.
“Come out and we’ll shut the door,” she called, pulling Flossie and Freddie toward her. “That will keep the rest of the house from getting freezing cold until we can tack a blanket over the window.”
“I’m going to help! Can’t I, Bert?” asked Freddie.
“I’ll see,” was all Bert would promise. “You go ahead and make the coffee for Aunt Sallie, Nan, while I get the hatchet.”
“And I want my breakfast!” cried Flossie.