“No, no! The kitten hasn’t a fit! I said it was snowing yet!” said Nan loudly.
“Oh! More snow! Seems like it was never going to stop! I do hope the house keeps warm, for my pains seem to be getting worse.”
Nan was more lonesome than ever that night, wished more for her father and mother, but she said nothing to Bert about it. She was the first up the next morning, and she felt a sense of chill as she moved about dressing.
“Bert! Bert!” she softly called to her brother, so as not to awaken Flossie and Freddie. “I’m afraid the fire has gone out, Bert, or else it’s very low. You’d better look after it.”
“I will,” said Bert sleepily as he got out of bed and hastily dressed to go down cellar. As Nan put the coffee on to boil, so Mrs. Pry could have an early, hot cup, the girl heard her brother rattling away at the furnace.
“Fire’s out,” he called up. “But I’ll soon have it going again.”
He piled in wood and lighted the paper, and then, after putting on some coal, came upstairs.
“It will soon be warm,” he said.
“I hope so!” exclaimed Nan, shivering as she set the table for breakfast.
Flossie and Freddie were just awakening when Nan carried up Mrs. Pry some toast and coffee and an egg. The old lady sat up in bed and suddenly exclaimed: