“Oh, dear!” sighed Nan, and she looked out of the window at the storm which was still raging fiercely.
CHAPTER XIX
IN CHURCH AGAIN
There was no help for it. If the doctor was to come to Aunt Sallie to help her, Bert must go after him. The telephone would not work.
“It isn’t far,” Bert said to Nan when he had tried several more times to get an answer from the telephone operator. “I can soon push my way down to Dr. Martin’s office.”
“Maybe he won’t come back with you,” suggested Nan. “Maybe he’ll think the storm is too bad for him to come out in.”
“Doctors aren’t that way,” declared Bert. “They go out in any kind of a storm when anybody is sick.”
So he made ready to go out, again putting on his boots and getting out his long overcoat and mittens.
In order to leave his legs free, when he was chopping at the tree branch Bert had put on a short “pea jacket,” as sailors call them. But now to venture out on the streets in the storm, he decided his longer overcoat would be best.
Inside the warm, cosy house the storm had not seemed quite as terrible as it was to Bert when he stepped outside. At first the wind nearly took away his breath, and the snowflakes, tossed this way and that way by the wintry blast, stung the boy’s cheeks.