“I don’t zackly believe dey’s lost,” Sam stated. “Dey’s jest in some place we don’t know. I’ll take a look upstairs. Maybe dey went up dere to play house.”
“Oh, maybe!” eagerly exclaimed Nan. There was a sleeping room over the garage, but it was seldom used, Dinah and Sam having quarters in the Bobbsey house. But Flossie and Freddie had often gone to this bedroom to play.
However, they were not up there now, and Nan cried some real tears when several more minutes passed and her little brother and sister could not be found.
“Is anything the matter?” asked Mrs. Pry, who had thrown a shawl over her head and hurried outside.
“We can’t find Flossie and Freddie,” stated Bert.
“What’s that? Is supper almost ready?” inquired the deaf old lady. “Why, yes, it will be in a minute. Bring the little ones in and we’ll eat.”
“We can’t find them! We can’t find Flossie and Freddie!” called out Bert, this time so loudly that Mrs. Pry heard.
“Oh, my goodness!” she exclaimed. “Why, they came in and got some cookies—at least, Freddie did. Have you called for them? Maybe they’ve fallen asleep in the snow. I’ve heard that being out in the snow makes one sleepy.”
“Say, we haven’t called!” said Bert. “I’ll give a shout!”
He did, several of them. He called at the top of his voice for Flossie and Freddie, standing outside the garage.