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 right.

It was the first snow-storm of the season, and when the Bobbsey twins awakened in the morning the ground was white and the flakes were still falling.

“Oh, what good times we’ll have!” cried Nan.

“I’m glad I have my rubber boots!” said Flossie.  “I can go wading in the deep drifts.”

“Not until the storm stops some,” said Mother Bobbsey.

It was Sunday, and the storm kept up all day so hard that the smaller Bobbsey twins could not go to Sunday school, though Nan and Bert managed to get there.  And, as it was Sunday, the glass-man could not come to fix the broken window.  But the shutters were kept closed, and with a blanket over the holes it was not so bad.  Bert and Freddie liked to sleep in a cool room, and never had any heat turned on in their sleeping apartment.  Their window was always open a little way, except on the very coldest nights.