“Keep her warm,” he told Nan, as he was leaving, having promised to come the next day. “Heat is the best thing for lumbago.”
“I’ve been giving her hot flatirons for her back,” Nan explained.
“That’s a good idea—keep it up,” said Dr. Martin. “And how are you getting on with your housekeeping, alone as you are?”
“Oh, pretty well,” Nan said. “Of course we’re lonesome without father and mother. And when the window got smashed early this morning we were all frightened. But Bert fixed it.”
“Yes, and he nearly fixed himself at the same time,” laughed the doctor as he remembered what Bert had told him about falling off the porch roof. “Well, good-bye and good luck,” he said, as he went out into the storm. “And keep Aunt Sallie warm.”
Nan felt better, now that the doctor had called, and she was glad Flossie and Freddie had the kitten to play with. But soon Freddie came to Nan in the kitchen and said:
“Snowflake is hungry. She wants some milk, I guess.”
“We haven’t any milk, except sweetened condensed, and I don’t believe she’ll like that,” Nan said. “I wish we had some fresh milk and some other things from the store.”
“I’ll go,” offered Bert. “It isn’t snowing quite so hard now.”
This was true. The flakes were not falling quite so fast and the wind had gone down a little. So Nan thought it would be all right for Bert to venture out. Freddie, of course, wanted to go, but it was not hard to persuade him to stay in to help Flossie look after Snowflake.