“You can help me with the dishes, Flossie, as soon as Bert and I have our breakfast,” Nan said, and this pleased the little girl. And Freddie forgot about his dispute with Flossie when he thought of helping Bert with the water wheel.
The storm kept up all that morning, and it was so severe that though Bert wanted to go to the post-office to inquire if any mail had come in, Nan would not let him.
“You might get stuck in a drift and never get back,” she said.
“Pooh! I guess I could get out of a drift!” laughed Bert. “Didn’t I get out of the one I fell into off the roof?”
But Nan was so worried over the storm and about being left alone that Bert said he would stay at home.
It was still snowing at noon when Nan served lunch. Though as she looked in the pantry she said to herself:
“Somebody will have to go to the store to-morrow or we’ll not have much to eat. I don’t believe the stores will deliver anything. But maybe Bert can get out in the morning if the snow stops.”
After Nan had seen to it that things were put on the table for Bert, Flossie and Freddie, she carried something up to Aunt Sallie, without waiting to get anything for herself.
As Nan entered the old lady’s room she saw Mrs. Pry tossing from side to side in the bed, just as Nan had once seen Flossie toss in a fever.
“Who—who is that?” murmured Mrs. Pry in a faint voice, as Nan set the tray of food down on a table near the bed. “Is that the doctor?”