The Bobbsey Twins | Page 5

quiet for several days. She was very
much frightened and had told her parents that she would never jump
rope again.
The time was the fall of the year, and that Saturday evening there was a

feeling of snow in the air stronger than before.
"Oh, if only it would snow!" came from Bert, several times. "I like
winter better than anything."
"I don't," answered Nan. "Think of the nice flowers we have in the
summer."
"You can't have much fun with flowers, Nan."
"Yes, you can. And think of the birds----"
"I like the summer," piped in Freddie, "cos then we go to the country
where the cows and the chickens are!"
"Yes, and gather the eggs," put in Flossie, who had gathered eggs many
times during the summer just past, while on a visit to their Uncle
Daniel Bobbsey's farm at Meadow Brook. All of the Bobbsey children
thought Meadow Brook the finest country place in all the world.
Bert's wish for snow was soon gratified. Sunday morning found it
snowing steadily, the soft flakes coming down silently and covering the
ground to the depth of several inches.
"Winter has come after all!" cried the boy. "Wish it was Monday
instead of Sunday."
"The snow is not quite deep enough for sleighing yet," returned his
father.
Despite the storm, all attended church in the morning, and the four
children and Mrs. Bobbsey went to Sunday school in the afternoon.
The lady taught a class of little girls and had Flossie as one of her
pupils.
To the children, traveling back and forth through the snow was great
sport, and Bert couldn't resist the temptation to make several snowballs
and throw them at the other boys. The other boys threw back in return
and Bert's hat was knocked off.

"Bert, this will not do on Sunday," said Mrs. Bobbsey, and there the
snowballing came to an end.
All through that night the snow continued to come down, and on
Monday morning it was over a foot deep. The air was crisp and cold
and all of the children felt in the best of spirits.
"Nan and Bert can go to school," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But I think
Freddie and Flossie had better stay home. Walking would come too
hard on them."
"I want to go out in the snow!" cried Freddie. "I don't want to stay
indoors all day."
"You shall go out later on, in the garden," replied his mother.
"They can watch Sam shovel off the snow," put in Mr. Bobbsey. Sam
was the man of all work. He and Dinah, the cook, were married and
lived in some pleasant rooms over the stable.
"Yes, let us watch him!" cried Flossie, and soon she and Freddie were
at the window, watching the colored man as he banked up the snow on
either side of the garden walk and the sidewalk. Once Sam made a
motion as if to throw a shovelful of snow at the window, and this made
them dodge back in alarm and then laugh heartily.
The school was only a few blocks away from the Bobbsey home, but
Nan and Bert had all they could do to reach it, for the wind had made
the snow drift, so that in some spots it was very deep.
"Better look out or we'll get in over our heads," cried Bert.
"Oh, Bert, wouldn't it be terrible to have such a thing happen!"
answered his twin sister. "How would we ever get out?"
"Ring the alarm and have the street-cleaning men dig us out," he said
merrily. "Do you know, Nan, that I just love the snow. It makes me feel
like singing and whistling." And he broke into a merry whistle.

"I love it because it looks so white and pure, Bert."
They were speedily joined by a number of other boys and girls, all
bound for school. Some of the girls were having fun washing each
other's faces and it was not long before Nan had her face washed too.
The cold snow on her cheek and ear did not feel very nice, but she took
the fun in good part and went to washing like the rest.
The boys were already snowballing each other, some on one side of the
street and some on the other. The snowballs were flying in all
directions and Bert was hit on the back and on the shoulder.
"I'll pay you back!" he cried, to Charley Mason, who had hit him in the
back, and he let fly a snowball which landed directly on Charley's neck.
Some of the snow went down Charley's back and made him shiver from
the cold.
"I wouldn't stand that, Charley," said Danny Rugg, who was close at
hand. "I'd pitch into him if I were