“Oh, it snowed a lot!” cried Flossie, running to the window to look out.
“Get back into bed!” ordered Nan. “You’ll catch cold in your bare feet. Is it still snowing, Flossie?”
“No, it isn’t snowing but there’s a lot on the ground.”
“Well, I’m glad the storm is over,” said Nan, as she got up to dress, after which she would look after Flossie.
So much snow had fallen in and around Lakeport that, though it was still early in the season, it looked as if winter had come to stay. Of course all the boys and girls liked this, though when Sam Johnson went out to shovel paths it can not be said that he liked the snow.
“Makes too much wuk!” Sam said to his wife.
“You ought to be glad you has yo’ health, Sam!” chuckled fat Dinah. “An’ when you comes in I’s gwine to hab hot pancakes an’ sausages an’ maple syrup fo’ you!”
“Yum! Yum!” murmured Sam. “Dat’s good!”
“Are we going to have pancakes, too?” asked Freddie, overhearing this talk.
“Indeed you is, honey lamb!” said Dinah, smiling at him.