exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, as a particularly fierce blast shook the old house. "A fire now would be dreadful."
"I don't imagine there is much danger," said Mr. Bobbsey, with a laugh. "The way they built houses and chimneys when Snow Lodge was put up was different from nowadays. They were built to stay."
"Oh, but this is a terrible storm!"
"Yes, and it seems to be getting worse," agreed Mr. Bobbsey. "I hope no one is out in it. But, as I said, we have plenty to eat, and wood to keep us warm, and that is all we can ask."
The day slowly passed, but toward afternoon Flossie and Freddie grew fretful from having been kept in. They were used to going out of doors in almost any kind of weather.
"Come on up in the attic with us," suggested Nan, "and we'll have a sort of circus."
"And Snap can do tricks," cried Freddie, "and I'll give an exhibition with my fire engine."
"Of course!" exclaimed Dorothy, and the little Bobbsey twins forgot their fretfulness in a new series of games.
