“Oh, Bert! I hope not that!”
“Why not?”
“Because, I don’t want father and mother snowed-up.”
“Oh, I guess a train can get through pretty big drifts before it’s stuck. Don’t worry.”
Flossie and Freddie had gone to bed earlier, and about all they talked of was the fun they would have in the snow the next day.
“If it snows too hard they ought not to go to school,” said Nan to Bert, speaking of the smaller twins.
“No, I guess it would be better for them to stay at home with Aunt Sallie and Dinah—if the snow’s too deep,” he agreed. “But maybe it won’t be.”
Flossie slept in Nan’s room, while Freddie “bunked,” as he called it, with Bert. Just how long she had been asleep Nan did not know, but she was awakened by hearing her sister calling her.
“Yes, dear, what is it?” asked Nan sleepily.
“I’d like a drink of water,” Flossie answered.