“Oh, I didn’t mean that!” Nan exclaimed. “I mean I’m glad you didn’t get hurt.”
“So’m I,” said Bert. “Falling in the snowdrift, even off the porch roof, was like landing in a feather bed.”
“The hatchet might have cut you,” went on his sister.
“I dropped that up on the roof when I fell, I guess,” stated Bert. “Well, anyhow, I cut the branch loose, and it won’t bang any more. Now we’ve got to nail a blanket over the window so the wind and snow won’t blow in.”
“You better have your breakfast first,” Nan suggested.
“No, I’m all snow now and I might as well finish,” decided Bert. “But I guess you’ll have to help me put the blanket on, Nan. I can’t hold both sides up at once.”
“I’ll do that,” his sister agreed.
“We’ll help, too!” cried Freddie, speaking for himself and his twin sister.
“No, you two get your breakfast,” decided Nan. “It’s all on the table ready for you. And be good children, now.”
“We will,” promised Flossie. “I’ll let Freddie eat out of my oatmeal dish if he wants to.”