“Each of you has a dish,” laughed Nan. “There’s no need of sharing them. Now come on, Bert, and we’ll fix that window.”
Nan knew where her mother kept the extra bed clothes, and from the closet she took a heavy woolen blanket. Bert got some big tacks from his father’s tool box down in the cellar, and then the two older Bobbsey twins began work to keep out the wintry blast which seemed to howl with glee as it rushed through the broken window.
Bert found where he had dropped the hatchet in the snow on the roof before he rolled off.
“I’ll bring that in to hammer with, and we can stand on the box,” he told Nan.
“Oh, what a lot of snow on the carpet! And broken glass, too!” exclaimed the girl. “Mother would feel badly if she saw this.”
“I’ll clean it up as soon as we get the blanket tacked on,” said Bert.
It was not easy for him and Nan to put up the heavy blanket and tack it fast to the sides of the window. For the wind would blow hard every now and then, spreading the blanket out like a sail of a boat. But at last they managed to get it in place, and then the wind could no longer enter, nor did any more snow sift in.
“We’ll have to get a glass man to fix the window,” said Nan.
“Can’t get anybody until after this storm is over,” was Bert’s opinion. “A glass man might fall off the roof and break the new pane he brought. I guess this will be all right for a while. Nobody sleeps in here, anyhow.”
“Yes,” agreed Nan, “it will be all right. It doesn’t matter if this room is cold.”