hat, Flossie?" asked Nan of her little sister, who was
sleeping with her. But they were both awake now. "The wind was so strong
that it blew in Bert's window."

"Oh, what a terrible storm," whispered Flossie, covering her head with
the clothes. "I don't like it."

By this time Bert had slipped on his bath robe and had gone out into the
hall. His father was coming along and, having turned on the electric
light in the room where the two boys slept, he saw what had happened.

Both large panes of glass in one window were broken. The shattered glass
lay on the carpet and the snow was blowing in, for the white flakes were
coming down fast now. And there were also a number of bricks on the
floor.

"Oh! oh!" cried Freddie, who had come back with his father. "Some one
threw bricks through our window. Was that Jack Frost?"

"I guess it was North Wind," answered Mr. Bobbsey.

"What happened?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

"The wind blew the top of the chimney off," replied her husband, "and
some of the bricks crashed through Bert's window. Not much damage done,
but the wind and snow are coming in."

"We can't sleep in our room!" cried Freddie. "What are we going to do?"

"I'll close the shutters and fasten a blanket over the window," said Mr.
Bobbsey. "That will keep out nearly all the snow. What little wind blows
in will not hurt--fresh air in the bedroom is a good thing."

Mr. Bobbsey closed the shutters, and tacked a blanket over the place
where the glass was broken out of the window. Then, after he had taken
away the bricks and swept up the broken glass so Bert and Freddie would
not cut their feet on it, the boys went back to bed again.

It was some little time, though, before they could get to sleep, as the
wind seemed to howl ever so much louder now that there was no glass in
part of the window to keep out the sound.

"Is it snowing yet?" asked Freddie in a whisper of his brother, after
they had been in bed for some time.

"I'll look," offered the older twin.

He slipped out of bed and to the window that had not been broken.

"Yes, it's snowing hard," he said.

"Good!" said Freddie. "We'll have some fine sleighrides."

It was quite cold in the boys' room, with the glass out of the window,
for the wind blew through the blanket and shutters. But no more snow
came in and the north wind did not knock any more bricks off the
chimney. It was only a few loose ones that had come down, anyhow. Most
of the chimney was all r