When he came back into the house, Nan and the other children having in the meanwhile taken their places at the table, Bert shook his head.
“I don’t believe it will snow to-day,” he said. “We’ll have to go to school.”
“Of course you’ll have to go to school,” said Mrs. Pry. “You don’t stay at home just because it snows, do you?”
“Well, if it was a bad storm we wouldn’t have to go,” explained Bert. “If it snows so hard in the morning that it’s bad for going to school, we must stay home, Mr. Tarton said. The bell will ring five strokes, three times, and we stay home. But I guess it won’t ring that way to-day.”
“I guess it won’t,” agreed Nan. “But maybe the postman will bring us a letter from daddy and mother to-day.”
“Oh, I hope he does!” exclaimed Bert. “It seems as if they’d been away a week, doesn’t it, Nan?”
“Longer than that,” Nan answered.
Just then Flossie began to tap her fork on her plate and exclaim:
“Make him stop! Make Freddie stop!”
“Make him stop what?” Bert wanted to know. “He isn’t doing anything, Flossie.”