Bert told him, mentioning that his father and mother, as well as Sam and Dinah, were away.
“And you twins are keeping house all alone, are you?” asked the doctor.
“Sure we are,” said Bert, a bit proudly.
“Well, you’re a fine family of children, I’ll say that for you!” said Dr. Martin admiringly. “I’ll come over and see what I can do for Aunt Sallie in a little while.”
“Bring something for the lumbago,” advised Bert.
“Yes, I’ll do that,” the doctor promised, laughing. “And don’t get stuck in a snowdrift going back, Bert.”
“I won’t,” said the boy. “But I was stuck in one early this morning,” and he told about having fallen off the roof.
Out again into the storm stepped Bert Bobbsey. Back over the way he had come he floundered again. When a little way from home he heard a faint mewing sound.
“It’s a cat!” cried Bert. “I wonder if that could be our cat Snoop come back?” For Snoop, with Snap, the dog, had been sent away to an animal doctor’s for a time. The mewing of the cat sounded more plainly, and Bert looked around.
Then, up in a tree, but not far above the ground, he saw a little maltese kitten.