“All right,” Nan said kindly. She often got up in the night to get Flossie a drink. Now she slipped on her robe and slippers and went into the bathroom. “It’s still snowing,” said Nan to herself, as she listened to the wind blowing the flakes against the window. “I do hope mother and daddy will be all right.”
Nan was carrying the water in to her sister when the door of Aunt Sallie’s room, farther down the hall, opened, and the old lady put out her head. Nan noticed the old-fashioned night-cap Mrs. Pry wore.
“Is anything the matter, Nan?” asked Mrs. Pry. “Has anything happened? Are burglars trying to get in? If they are, telephone for the police at once. Don’t try to fight burglars by yourself.”
“It isn’t burglars,” answered Nan. “I was just getting Flossie a drink.”
“What’s that?” exclaimed the old lady. “You say Flossie has fallen into the sink? Poor child! But what is she doing at the sink this hour of the night?”
“Not sink—drink!” exclaimed Nan, trying not to laugh. “I am getting Flossie a drink.”
“Oh—drink! Why didn’t you say so at first, my dear? Well, I must get in bed or I’ll have that misery in my back again.”
Flossie turned over and went to sleep once more after taking the water. But Nan was a bit longer finding her way to dreamland. Somehow or other, she felt worried, just why she could not say.
“But I feel as if something were going to happen,” she told herself.
However, Nan was a strong, healthy girl, and when you are that way you do not lie awake very long at night. So Nan soon dropped off to sleep and then the house remained quiet until morning.