“I think they will,” said Nan.
“What’s that? You’re going to take them out on the hill?” cried the old lady. “Oh, I wouldn’t do that! Don’t take them coasting now. It’s almost dark and supper is nearly ready.”
“I didn’t say I’d taken them to the hill,” answered Nan. “I said they will be good children now.”
“Oh, yes! Well, I’m sure I hope so,” sighed Aunt Sallie Pry. “I must see the doctor about my ears,” she went on. “I can’t hear half as good as I could five years ago, or else people don’t speak as plainly as they used to. Well, now that Bert is home, we’ll have supper. Oh, dear, I hope we don’t get any more snow.”
“When’s Dinah coming back?” asked Freddie, as he came out of the bathroom, where he washed his hands ready for the meal.
“Oh, pretty soon, I guess,” answered Nan.
“When are mother and daddy coming back?” Flossie wanted to know.
“Well, I guess they’ll come home pretty soon, too,” said Bert, with a look at his sister. A little later, while Flossie and Freddie were taking their places at the table, Bert whispered to Nan: “Don’t you think it’s queer we haven’t had a letter from mother since she went away?”
“Yes, it is queer,” agreed Nan. “I wish we’d get some news. But maybe Uncle Rossiter is too sick for them to have time to write.”
“Well, couldn’t they send a telegram?” Bert inquired.