While Nan Bobbsey was putting breakfast on the table for Flossie and Freddie, and also for herself and Bert, the smaller twins were amusing themselves by running to and fro in the house. They ran into the front room, up to the windows, out of which they looked at the storm, and then they ran back into the dining room.
“Don’t make so much noise!” begged Nan, while she wondered how Bert was getting along with cutting off the tree branch.
“We’re playing horse,” explained Freddie. “Horses have to make noise.”
“He’s the horse and I’m the driver,” said Flossie.
“Come on!” cried her twin brother. “We have to go to a fire now!”
Into the front room the smaller twins raced again, and as they reached the windows they saw Bert fall off the roof. They knew it was their brother.
“Oh! Oh!” screamed Flossie. “Look at Bert!”
Freddie gazed for a moment. Then he rushed back to the dining room where Nan was putting the oatmeal on the table and cried:
“Bert jumped off the roof! Bert jumped off the roof into a snowdrift in the front yard! Oh, Nan, you ought to see him!”
Nan gazed wide-eyed at her small brother. Why should Bert jump off the roof, especially when he had a sharp hatchet? Perhaps something worse than this had happened.