Nan told Bert what to buy at the store and gave him a basket in which to carry the groceries.
“I’ll stop at the post-office and see if there’s any mail in yet,” decided the Bobbsey boy as once more he went out into the snow.
He went to the post-office first, and was much disappointed when he learned that there were no letters for him or Nan.
“The trains snowed up yet?” asked Bert.
“Most of them must be,” said the postmaster. “Anyhow, no mail has come in. Maybe there’ll be some to-morrow.”
Bert certainly hoped so, and he could not help worrying about his father and mother. They might be in a train that was buried deep in a great heap of snow, and there might be nothing to eat in the cars.
“I wish they’d come home,” sighed Bert.
He found several men and boys in the store, buying things to eat, for it had not been possible to make any deliveries. Charlie Mason was there, getting things for his folks.
“Say, it’s fun, not to have to go to school, isn’t it?” asked Charlie.
“Yes, some fun,” Bert admitted. “But I guess it will open in a few days now. This storm can’t last much longer.”