"Sarah!" Mother called. "Please get away from the window. Close the curtains and come on out here in the keuken-, keuken with me."

Sarah had her small, chubby nose up to the window in the living-room. She had her eyes peeled to the window for the past hour. It was snowing wildly and it was very windy. She was waiting for her dad to come home pagina from work. He was already an uur late.

"Come on, Sarah," coaxed her mother. "Daddy will be home pagina soon."

"But, where is he?" five jaar old Sarah pouted. "He should have been here door now."

Sarah joined her mother in the kitchen. She pulled out a brown leather chair and sat down at the huge oak table.

"Sarah," zei Mother. "Daddy is probably held up because of the weather. He'll be home pagina soon."

Mrs. Thompson frowned as she set a big bowl of homemade chicken soep in front of her daughter. She knew Sarah had a right to be worried about her father because she too, was worried. He only worked about fifteen minuten away from home, in their little village. He worked in a lumber yard.

"Here, Sarah," Mother zei as calmly as she could. "You eat your soep and I'll call Daddy at work to see if he has left yet."

"Maybe he is just tied up at work," Mrs. Thompson zei to herself.

She dialed the number to the lumber yard and just as she did, the power flickered off. She hung the receiver back up. Sarah let out a loud screech!

"Mommy! Mommy!" cried Sarah. "I can't see!"

"It's alright dear," replied her mother, sounding calmer than what she really was. "I'm right here."

Just then, the lights flickered back on. Mrs. Thompson knew that it wouldn't last for long.

"Okay, Sarah," her mother zei rationally. "I don't think the lights are going to stay on for long. We have to go downstairs and stoke up the fire, but first of all, I have to find the flashlight."

"Daddy had the flashlight downstairs last night," zei Sarah. "He was helping me find my doll's shoe that rolled under the couch."

"Good girl," zei Mrs. Thompson, as she took Sarah's hand and walked down the stairs.

Quickly, Mrs. Thompson put a couple of logs into the furnace, after she had found the flashlight. Just as the door closed on the furnace, the lights went out again.

"Well," zei Mrs. Thompson. "At least we won't be cold."

With the aid of the flashlight the two went hand in hand back up the dark stairs. Once they were upstairs, Mrs. Thompson found some candles and she lit one and set it on the table, in a little candle holder. There was a small amount of light in the huge keuken-, keuken now.

The two sat down at the keuken-, keuken tafel, tabel and ate the warm.

"The soep isn't too hot this time," laughed Sarah.

"Oh course not, silly," zei Mrs. Thompson.

Just then, Sarah and Mrs. Thompson looked up from the tafel, tabel as the front door flew open and in walked what looked like a polar bear.

"Daddy!" screamed Sarah as she jumped down from her chair and ran to him. "You're home!"

"Yes I am," zei the frozen figure as he took off his winter clothing. "I had to walk home. I left the car at work. The roads are a terrible mess."

When he had taken his wet things off, he picked Sarah up and gave her a great big hug and kiss. Snow trickled down his nose. Just as he set Sarah down on the floor, the lights came back on.