“Nobody,” answered the Bobbsey girl. “I said there was no school!”
“Oh! No school! You mustn’t mumble your words, my dear. I can hear every time if you speak out. No school, eh? I’m glad of that, for if there was, you’d be late and on account of me. Oh, dear, I wish I could be around to help with the work!”
“We’ll do the work, Aunt Sallie,” said Nan kindly. “Don’t you worry or fuss. Just stay in bed and keep warm, and I’ll bring you up some breakfast. Would you like a hot flatiron for your back?”
“Well, it would help the misery a lot,” the old lady answered. “But I don’t like to be such a bother.”
“It isn’t any bother at all,” said Nan kindly. “Bert will help me get breakfast, won’t you, Bert?”
“Sure,” he answered, sliding down the banister rail. “But I’ve got to shovel the walks of snow.”
“They can wait,” said Nan. “There’s no use shoveling walks until it stops snowing.”
“I guess maybe that’s right,” agreed her brother. “Say, it’s a big storm,” he cried, as he saw how much snow had fallen in the night. “I hope father and mother are all right—and Sam and Dinah, too.”
“Yes, so do I,” agreed Nan. “And I hope some mail comes in to-day. I’d love to have a letter from mother.”
Flossie and Freddie crowded eagerly to the windows to look out at the storm. The house was snug and warm, but outside it was cold and blowy, and though the small twins did not mind snow or cold weather they were just as glad, this morning, that they did not have to tramp out to school.