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[ILLUSTRATION: "You have made a fine shelter," said the hunter.]

THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE

BY

LAURA LEE HOPE

Author of the Bobbsey Twins.




COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY
GROSSET & DUNLAP.




CONTENTS

CHAPTER


I. THE RUNAWAYS

II. OLD MR. CARFORD

III. THE BIG SNOWBALL

IV. THE ACCUSATION

V. HOLIDAYS AT HAND

VI. A VISIT TO MR. CARFORD

VII. THE STORY OF SNOW LODGE

VIII. A KIND OFFER

IX. MR. BOBBSEY'S STORY

X. UNWELCOME NEWS

XI. MAKING PLANS

XII. THE LETTERS

XIII. IN A HARD BLOW

XIV. AT SNOW LODGE

XV. THE SNOW SLIDE

XVI. LOST IN THE WOODS

XVII. HENRY BURDOCK

XVIII. SNOWBALLS

XIX. SNAP IS GONE

XX. THE BIG STORM

XXI. THE FALLING TREE

XXII. THE MISSINC MONEY




CHAPTER I

THE RUNAWAYS


"Will Snap pull us, do you think, Freddie?" asked little Flossie
Bobbsey, as she anxiously looked at her small brother, who was
fastening a big, shaggy dog to his sled by means of a home-made
harness. "Do you think he'll give us a good ride?"

"Sure he will, Flossie," answered Freddie with an air of wisdom. "I
explained it all to him, and I've tried him a little bit. He pulled
fine, and you won't be much heavier. I'll have the harness all fixed
in a minute, and then we'll have a grand ride."

"Do you think Snap will be strong enough to pull both of us?" asked
the little girl.

"Of course he will!" exclaimed Freddie firmly. "He's as good as an
Esquimo dog, and we saw some pictures of them pulling sleds bigger
than ours."

"That's so," admitted Flossie. "Well, hurry up, please, Freddie 'cause
I'm cold standing here, and I want to get under the blankets on the
sled and have a nice ride."

"I'll hurry all right, Flossie. You go up there by Snap's head and pat
him. Then he'll stand stiller, and I can fix the harness on him
quicker."

Flossie, with a shake of her light curls, and a stamp of her little
feet to rid them of the snow from the drift in which she had been
standing, went closer to the fine-looking and intelligent dog, who did
not seem to mind being all tied up with ropes and leather straps to
Freddie's sled.

"Good old Snap!" exclaimed Flossie, patting his head. "You're going to
give Freddie and me a fine ride; aren't you, old fellow?"

Snap barked and wagged his tail violently.

"Hey! Stop that!" cried Freddie. "He's flopping his tail right in my
face!" the little boy added. "I can't see to fasten this strap. Hold
his tail, Flossie."

Snap, hearing the voice of his young master--one of his two masters by
the way--wagged his tail harder than ever. Freddie made a grab for it,
but missed. Flossie, seeing this, laughed and Snap, thinking it was a
great joke, leaped about and barked with delight. He sprang out of the
harness, which was only partly fastened on, and began leaping about in
the snow. Finally he stood up on his hind legs and marched about, for
Snap was a trick dog, and had once belonged to a circus.

"There now! Look at that!" cried Freddie. "He's spoiled everything!
We'll never get him hitched up now."

"It--it wasn't my fault," said Flossie, a tear or two coming into her
eyes.

"I know it wasn't, Flossie," replied Freddie, speaking more quietly.
"It's always just that way with Snap when he gets excited. Come here!"
he called to the dog, "and let me harness you. Come here Snap!"

The dog was well enough trained so that he knew when the time for fun
was over and when he had to settle down. Still wagging his tail
joyously, however, Snap came up to Freddie, who started over again the
work of harnessing the animal to the sled.

"I guess you'd better stand at his tail instead of at his head," said
Freddie. "So when he wags it you can grab it, Flossie, and hold it
still. Then it won't slap me in the face, and I can see what I'm
doing. Hold his tail, Flossie."

"Then he can't wag it," objected the little girl.

"I know he can't. I don't want him to."

"But it may make him angry."

"Snap never gets mad; do you, Snap?" asked Freddie, and the dog's bark
seemed to say "No, never!"

So Flossie held the dog's tail, while Freddie put on the harness
again. This time he succeeded in getting it all arranged to suit him,
and the frisky Snap was soon made fast to the sled.

"Now get on, Flossie," called her brother, "and we'll see how fast
Snap can pull us."

"But don't make him go too fast, Freddie," begged the little girl.
"For it's hard pulling in the snow."

"No, I'll let him go slow," promised Freddie. "But it won't be hard
work pulling us. My sled goes awfully easy, anyhow."

Freddie tucked Flossie in amid the robes and rugs which the children
had taken from the house, near which they had started to harness the
dog. Then Freddie took his place in front of his sister, holding to
two reins that were fastened to the dog's head. Freddie had made no
bit, such as is used for horses and goats, but he thought by making
straps fast to a sort of muzzle by which he could guide Snap, by
pulling his head to one side or the other.

"All ready, Flossie?" called Freddie, when he himself was comfortable
on the sled.

"All ready," she answered.

"Giddap, Snap!" cried Freddie, and, with a bark, off the dog started,
pulling the sled and the two children after him.

"Oh, he's going! He's giving us a ride! It's as real as anything!"
cried Flossie in delight, holding fast to the sled. "Oh, Freddie!"

"Of course it's real!" said Freddie. "Bert and Nan said Snap wouldn't
pull us, but I knew he would. I just wish they could see us now."

As if in answer to this wish a little later, when the two smaller
twins had turned a corner, they saw coming toward them their brother
and sister Nan and Bert, also twins, but four years older.

"Look, look!" cried Flossie to Nan. "See what a nice ride we're
having."

"Oh, look, Bert!" exclaimed Nan, "Snap really is pulling them," and
she grasped her brother's arm. Bert was pulling his own sled and that
of his twin sister.

"Yes, he'll pull them a little way," admitted Bert, as if he knew all
about it, "and then, the first thing they know, Snap will turn around
short and tip them into a snowdrift. He hasn't been trained to pull a
sled, no matter how many other tricks he can do."

"I trained him myself!" declared Freddie, as he pulled on the lines to
bring the dog to a stop. But Snap, seeing Nan and Bert, was eager to
reach them to be patted and made much of, so he did not obey the
command given by the reins, but kept on.

"Whoa there!" cried Freddie, holding back with all his little
strength.

"See, I told you he wouldn't mind," said Bert, with a laugh.

"Oh, but isn't it cute!" exclaimed Nan, flapping her hands. "I didn't
think they'd get any ride at all."

"We'll show you! We'll have a fine ride!" panted Freddie, vainly
trying to make Snap halt.

Then just what Bert said would happen seemed about to take place. The
dog leaped around, and turned short to get nearer to the older Bobbsey
twins.

"Look out!" cried Bert, but his warning came too late.

Over went the sled, and Flossie and Freddie were pitched from it into
a big, fluffy bank of snow, falling into it deeply, but with no more
harm to them than if they had landed on a bed of feathers.

"Oh dear!" cried Flossie, as she felt herself shooting toward the
snow.

"Whoa there! Whoa! Don't you run away, Snap!" shouted Freddie. Then
his mouth was filled with snow and he could say nothing more.

"Oh, Bert! They'll be smothered!" cried Nan. "Help me get them out!"

Bert was laughing, and trying to defend himself against the jumping up
of Snap, who seemed to want to hug the boy with his paws.

"Stop laughing! Help me!" ordered Nan, who was already trying to lift
Flossie from her snowy bed.

"I can't help laughing--Freddie looked so funny when he went over,"
said Bert.

"There's no danger of smothering, though. That snow is as dry as sand.
Here you go, Freddie. Give me your hand and I'll pull you out."

In a few seconds the smaller Bobbsey twins stood beside their larger
brother and sister, while Snap capered about them, barking loudly and
wagging his tail.

"Oh, he's got loose, and the harness is all broken," said Freddie, and
tears of disappointment stood in his blue eyes.

"Never mind," said Bert. "I'll help you make a better harness to-
morrow, Freddie. That one wasn't strong enough for Snap, anyhow. I'll
fix it differently."

"Oh, but we were going to have such a fine ride!" said Flossie, who
was also ready to cry. The smaller twins were only about five years
old, so it might have been expected.

"Well, come on and go coasting with Bert and me," said Nan, as she
patted her little sister's head. "We're going over on the long hill.
It's fine there, and you'll have just as much fun as if you had Snap
to pull you."

"Shall we go, Freddie?" asked Flossie, who generally depended on him
to start their amusements.

"I guess so," he answered. "This harness is all busted, anyhow."

Sadly he looked at the tangled strings and straps fast to the sled,
where Snap had broken away from them. The harness Freddie had made
with such care was all broken now.

"Never mind," said Bert again. "I'll make you a better one to-morrow,
Freddie. Come along now, and we'll have some fun. And when we get
through coasting I'll buy everybody a hot chocolate soda."

"Really?" asked Flossie, her sorrow forgotten now.

"Sure thing," promised Bert.

"Come on, then, Freddie," said his little sister. "We can harness Snap
up to-morrow."

The useless harness was taken to the Bobbsey home, not far away, and
then the four twins--the two sets of them, as it were--started for the
coasting hill, Flossie and Freddie having one sled between them, and
Nan and Bert each having one of their own.

On the way to the hill they met many of their friends, also bound for
the same place. School was just out and the boys and girls were eager
to have a good time in the snow.

"There's Charley Mason!" exclaimed Bert, seeing a boy he knew. "Hello,
Charley!" he called. "Going coasting?"

"Sure. Where's the big bob?" For some time before this Bert and
Charley had made, in partnership, a large bob sled.

"Oh, I didn't know you'd be out, or I'd have brought it," replied
Bert. "Anyhow, I promised Nan I'd coast with her."

"Oh, that's all right. I guess the hill will be too crowded for a bob,
anyhow. Danny Rugg was taking his over, though, for I saw him and some
of his crowd hauling it from his barn a little while ago."

"Well, let 'em. We can get ours later. Got a new sled?" and Bert
looked admiringly at the one Charley was pulling.

"No, it's only my old one painted over. But it makes it look like
new."

"We had Snap hitched up, but he broke loose," said Freddie. "But we're
going to have a stronger harness to-morrow."

"That's good," said Charley, with a broad smile.

Soon the children were on the hill. There was a large crowd of
coasters there, and fun was at its height. There was merry shouting
and laughter, and several spills and upsets. As Bert had said, the
hill was very much crowded.

"I thought it would be no good for a bob," he remarked.

"There goes Danny Rugg now!" exclaimed Charley. "He's giving orders to
everyone."

"He'd better not give any to me," said Bert, in a quiet voice, but
with determination in his tones.

"Oh, Bert!" exclaimed Nan. "Please don't have any fuss; will you?"

"Not on my part," said Bert "But if Danny Rugg thinks he can boss me
he is mistaken."

It was evident that Danny liked to play master. He could be heard
giving orders to this one and the other one to get out of the way, to
pull his bob around in place, and then to shove it off with its load
of boys and girls.

Now, though Danny was a bully, some of the children were friendly with
him for the sake of getting a ride on his sled, which was a large and
expensive one.

Bert and Nan, and Flossie and Freddie, soon were coasting with their
friends, having a good time on the hill. The two smaller twins went
down together.

As Freddie came up the long slope, pulling his sled in readiness for
another trip, Danny Rugg with his bob reached the head of the slope at
the same time.

"Say, Danny, give me a ride this trip; won't you?" begged a small boy,
who had no sled, but who often did errands for the bully, and played
mean tricks for him that, Danny was too lazy to play himself. "Let me
go on your bob?"

"Not this time, Sim," said Danny. "The bob is going to be filled. But
here, you can take Freddie Bobbsey's sled. He doesn't want it," and
without giving Freddie time to say whether he did or not Danny
snatched the sled rope from him and held it out to Sim Watson.

For a moment Freddie was too surprised to utter a protest and then, as
he realized what had happened, he cried out:

"Here, Danny Rugg, you let my sled alone! I do want it! Give it back
to me!"

"Aw, go on!" said Danny. "You've had rides enough. Let Sim take your
sled, or I'll punch you!" and Danny gave Freddie a shove, and held out
the rope of the sled to Sim.

"Stop it!" cried Freddie. "I'll tell Bert on you."

"Pooh! Think I'm afraid of your brother. I can handle him with one
hand tied behind my back."

"Then it's time you started in!" exclaimed a voice just back of Danny,
and the bully turned suddenly to see Bert standing near him, Danny's
face flushed, and then grew pale. Before he could make a move Bert
grabbed away from him the rope of Freddie's sled, which Sim had not
yet taken, and passed it back to his small brother.

"Don't you try that again," warned Bert.

"I will if I want to," said Danny, meanly, "I'm not afraid of you."

"Maybe not," said Bert, quietly, "and I'm not afraid of you, either.
But if you take my brother's sled for some of your friends you'll have
to settle with me. You leave Freddie alone; do you hear?"

"I don't have to mind you!"

"We'll see about that. Go ahead, Freddie. You and Flossie coast as
much as you like, and if Danny bothers you any more let me know."

Danny, with an uneasy laugh, turned aside. Some of his particular
chums gathered about him, and one murmured:

"Why don't you fight him?"

For a moment it looked as though there might be trouble, but an
instant later all thoughts of it passed, for a series of girls'
screams came from midway down the long hill.

All eyes were turned in that direction, and those at the top of the
slope saw a team of runaway horses, attached to a heavy bobsled,
plunging madly up the hill.

And, right in the path of the frightened animals was Nan Bobbsey, and
one or two other girls, on their sleds, coasting straight for the
runaways.

A cry of fear came from Bert Bobbsey as he noticed his sister's
danger.




CHAPTER II

OLD MR. CARFORD


"Stop the horses!"

"Yes, grab them, somebody, or they'll run into the girls!"

"Look out, everybody, they're coming right this way!"

"I'm going to get my bob to a safe place!"

It was Danny Rugg who called out this last, and the other boys had
shouted the previous expressions, as they watched the oncoming,
runaway horses.

Bert Bobbsey had thrown himself on his sled and was coasting toward
the group of girls, of whom his sister Nan was one. They were on their
sleds in the very path of the team. It seemed that nothing could save
them. But Bert had a plan in his mind.

And, while he was preparing to carry it out, I will take just a moment
to tell my new readers something about the characters of this story,
and the books that have gone before in the series.

Bert and Nan, Freddie and Flossie Bobbsey were the twin children of
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Bobbsey, who lived in an Eastern city called
Lakeport, at the head of Lake Metoka. Mr. Bobbsey was a prosperous
lumber merchant. Other members of the household were Dinah and Sam
Johnson. Dinah was the cook, fat and good-natured. Sam was her
husband, slim and also good-natured. He did all sorts of work about
the place, from making garden to shoveling snow.

Then there was Downy, a pet duck; Snoop, a pet black cat, and, of
late, Snap, the fine trick dog, who had come into the possession of
the Bobbseys in a peculiar manner.

In the first book of this series, entitled "The Bobbsey Twins," I told
of the good times the four children had in their home. How they played
in the snow, went coasting, helped to discover what they thought was a
"ghost," and did many other things. Bert even went for a sail in an
ice boat he and Charley Mason had made, though it was almost more than
the boys could manage at times.

The second volume, called "The Bobbsey Twins in the Country," told of
the good times the four had when they went to the farm of Uncle Daniel
Bobbsey and his wife, Aunt Sarah, who lived at Meadow Brook.

Such fun as there was!

There was a country picnic, sport in the woods, and a great Fourth of
July celebration. A circus gave a chance to have other good times, and
though once there was a midnight scare, it all turned out happily.

But though the twins had much happiness in the country they were
destined to have still more fun when they went to the ocean shore, and
in the third book, called "The Bobbsey Twins at the Seashore," I
related all that happened to them there.

They went on a visit to their uncle, William Minturn, who lived at
Ocean Cliff, and their cousin Dorothy showed them many strange scenes
and sights. They had most delightful times, and toward the close of
their visit there was a great storm at sea, and a shipwreck. The life
savers were on hand, however, and did such good work that no one was
drowned. And if you want to learn how a certain little girl was made
very happy, when she found that her father was among those saved, you
must read the book.

Then, after the storm ceased, there were more happy days at the shore.
The time for the Bobbseys to leave came all too soon. School was about
to open, and even the smaller twins must now settle down to regular
lessons.

In the fourth book of the series, called "The Bobbsey Twins at
School," there is told of the start for home.

But many things happened before the family arrived. There was the
wreck of the circus train, the escape of the animals, the meeting with
the very fat lady, and the loss of Snoop, the pet cat. Then, too, a
valuable cup the smaller Bobbsey twins had been drinking from, seemed
to be lost, and they were very sorry about it.

On the way home something else occurred. They were followed in the
dark by some strange animal. At first they feared it was some wild
beast from the circus but it proved to be only a friendly dog.

How Flossie and Freddie insisted on keeping the dog, now that their
pet cat Snoop was gone, how they named him Snap, and how it was
discovered that he could do tricks, are all part of the story.

There were many more happenings after the twins started in at school.
Mr. Bobbsey's boathouse caught fire in a mysterious manner. Snap was
found to be a circus dog, and it was pretty certain that the fat lady
in the train had also belonged to the show, and that it was she who
had the valuable silver cup.

In time all was straightened out, and how Snoop came back from the
circus in far-off Cuba, how Snap was allowed to stay with the
Bobbseys, and how even the cup was finally recovered--all this you
will find set down in the fourth book of this series.

And now winter had come in earnest, though even before this story
opens the Bobbsey twins had had a taste of snow and ice. The accident
on the coasting hill now occupied the attention of all.

"Oh, Nan! Nan will be killed!" cried Flossie, as she stood with
Freddie gazing down the slope.

"No, she won't!" exclaimed Freddie, "Bert is going to save her--you'll
see!"

"Oh, if he only can!" murmured Nellie Parks, one of Nan's friends.

"I think he will! See, he is coming nearer to them," added Grace
Lavine, another friend.

Danny Rugg, mean as he was, was not quite so mean as to discourage
this hope. Some of the girls on the sleds that were coming nearer to
the rushing horses seemed about to roll off, rather than take chances
of steering out of the way of the steeds.

"What can Bert be going to do?" asked Grace. "How can he save them?"

"I don't know," answered Nellie. "Let's watch him. Maybe he's going to
stop the horses."

"He'd never dare!" murmured Grace.

"Oh, Bert is brave," was the answer.

But Bert had no intention of leaping for the horses' heads just now.
His first idea was to get his sister and the other girls to a place of
safety. As he came near to them, his sled going much faster than
theirs, he called out:

"Steer to the right! Go to the right! I'll see if I can't make the
horses go over to one side."

"All right!" cried Nan, who understood what her brother meant. "Keep
to the right, girls," she called to her frightened chums, "and don't
any of you fall off!"

Those who had been about to roll from their sleds now held on with
firmer clasps. They were close to the runaway team now. Bert was near
to them also, and, while wondering to whom they belonged, and whether
they had injured their driver or anyone else in their mad rush, he
caught up a handful of snow as his sled glided onward.

It was hard work to throw the snow ball at the horses, going down hill
as he was, but Bert managed to do it. He had the good luck to hit one
of the animals with the wad of snow, and this sent the horse over to
one side, its mate following. This was just what Bert wanted, as it
gave Nan and the others more room to coast past them.

And this is just what the girls did. Their sleds whizzed past the
runaways, one sled, on which Hattie Jenson rode, almost grazing a
hoof.

"Now you're safe!" cried Bert. "Keep on to the foot of the hill!
You're all right!"

He gathered up another handful of snow, and threw it at the steeds,
making them swerve more than ever towards the side of the hill. Then
one of the animals slipped and stumbled. This caused them both to slow
up, and Bert, seeing this, left his sled, rolling off, and letting it
go down without him.

Hardly thinking of what he was doing, he ran for the heads of the
horses. Perhaps it was not just wise, for Bert was not very tall, but
he was brave. However, he was not to stop the runaways all alone, for
just then some of the larger boys, who had been rushing down the hill,
came up, and before the horses could start off again several lads had
grasped them by the bridles and were quieting them.

"That was a good idea of yours, Bert Bobbsey," said Frank Miller. "A
fine idea, lo throw snowballs at them. It made them go to one side all
right, and slowed them up."

"I wanted to save the girls," said Bert, who was panting from his
little run.

"Whose team is it?" asked another boy.

"I don't know," answered Bert. "I can't say that I ever saw them
before. There's no one in the sled, anyhow, though it is pretty well
loaded with stuff."

He and the other boys looked into the vehicle. It contained a number
of boxes and bags. Then the boys looked down the hill and saw that the
girls who had been in danger were now safe. Nan and the others were
walking up, dragging their sleds.

The boys then noticed a man half running up the slope. He was waving
his arms in an excited fashion.

"I guess that's the man who owns the horses," said Charley Mason.

There was no doubt of it a few minutes later, when the man came close
enough to make himself heard.

"Are they all right, boys?" he asked. "Are my horses hurt?"

"They don't seem to be," answered Frank.

"That's good. Are my things all right?"

"Everything seems to be here," said Charley Mason, who was standing
beside Bert. "I know who he is now," went on Charley in a low tone to
his chum. "He's Mr. James Carford, of Newton."

"He's lame," observed Bert, for the man limped slightly.

"Yes, he was in the war," went on Charley. "He's real rich, too, but
peculiar, they say."

By this time aged Mr. Carford was looking over the team and the sled
and its contents. He seemed weary and out of breath.

"Yes, everything is all right," he said slowly. "I hope no one was
hurt by my runaways, I never knew 'em to do that before. I left 'em
outside the store a minute while I went in to get something, and they
must have taken fright. I hope no one was hurt."

"No, everyone got out of the way in time," said Bert.

"That's good. Who stopped the horses?" the old man asked.

"Bert Bobbsey," answered Frank Miller. "He warned his sister and the
other girls to steer to one side, and then he threw snow at the horses
and made them fall down. Then they slowed up so we could grab 'em."

"Ha! Bert Bobbsey did that, eh?" exclaimed aged Mr. Carford. "So this
is the second time a Bobbsey has mixed up in my family affairs. The
second time," and Mr. Carford looked at Bert in a peculiar manner.

"Did you fall out of the sled, Mr. Carford?" asked another boy, coming
up just then.

"No, they started off when I was in the store. Funny, too, that they
should. Well, I'm glad there's no one hurt and no damage done. I
couldn't walk home to Newton. I'm much obliged to you boys. And to you
too, Bert Bobbsey.

"Are you Richard Bobbsey's son?" he suddenly asked, peering at Bert
from beneath his shaggy eyebrows.

"Yes, sir."

"Ha! I thought so. You look like him. You do things like him, too,
without stopping to be asked. Yes, this is the second time a Bobbsey
has meddled with my family affairs. Trying to do me a good turn, I
suppose. Well, well!" and he seemed lost in thought.

"What is it? What is the matter?" asked Nan, in a low voice of her
brother, as she came to stand beside him. "Is he finding fault because
you helped stop his runaway horses?"

"No, Nan. I don't exactly understand what he does mean," answered
Bert. "There seems to be some mystery about it."




CHAPTER III

THE BIG SNOWBALL


For a time Mr. Carford seemed more worried about the possible injury
to his team, and the loss of some of his goods in the sled, than he
was concerned about thanking the boys who had stopped the runaways.
Then, as he found by looking them over, that the horses were all
right, and that nothing was missing, he approached Bert and the
others, saying:

"Well, boys, I'm much obliged to you. I can't tell you how much. No
telling what damage the horses might have done if you hadn't stopped
'em. And I'm glad no one was hurt.

"Now I reckon you boys aren't much different than I was, when I was a
youngster, and I guess you like sweets about the same. Here are a
couple of dollars, Bert Bobbsey. I wish you'd treat all your friends
to hot chocolate soda or candy or whatever you like best. It isn't
exactly pay for what you did, but it just shows I'm not forgetful."

"Oh, we didn't stop the horses for money!" cried Bert, drawing back.

"I know you didn't," answered Mr. Carford, with a smile, "and I'm not
paying you either. You stopped the horses, or you tried to stop them,
Bert, to save your sister and the other girls. I understand that all
right. But the horses were stopped just the same, and please take this
as a little thank offering, if nothing else. Please do."

He held out the two-dollar bill, and Bert did not feel like refusing.
He accepted the money with murmured thanks, and as Mr. Carford climbed
into the sled, limping more than ever after his run up the hill, the
aged man muttered:

"The second time a Bobbsey has been mixed up in my affairs. I wonder
what will happen when the third time comes?"

Calling good-byes to the boys and girls, and again thanking them for
what they had done, Mr. Carford drove off amid a jingle of bells.

"What do you s'pose he meant by saying this was the second time a
Bobbsey had been mixed up in his family affairs?" asked Charley Mason
of Bert.

"I haven't the least idea. I never knew Mr. Carford before this. I'll
ask my father."

"Is that bill real?" asked one boy, referring to the money.

"It sure is," answered Bert, looking at it. "Come on to the drugstore
and well spend it. That's what it's for."

"Going to treat Danny Rugg, and his crowd, too?" asked Frank Miller.

"Well, I guess Mr. Carford wanted this money to be spent on everyone
on the hill, so it includes Danny," answered Bert slowly.

But Danny and his particular friends held back from Bert, and did not
share in the treat. Probably Danny did not want to come to too close
quarters with Bert after the attempt made to get Freddie's sled.

The excitement caused by the runaway was over now. Bert got back his
sled and, as interest in coasting had waned at the prospect of hot
chocolate sodas, the crowd of boys and girls trooped from the hill and
started toward town, where there was a favorite drug store.

Standing about the soda counter the boys and girls discussed the
recent happening.

"What did you think, Nan, when you saw the team coming?" asked Grace
Lavine.

"I really don't know what I did think," answered Nan.

"Weren't you awfully frightened?" inquired Nellie Parks.

"Oh, I suppose I was. But I hoped I could steer out of the way, and I
remember hoping that Flossie and Freddie were in a safe place."

"Oh,--we were all right," said Freddie quickly. "Flossie and I were
watching the horses. This chocolate is awful good!" he added with a
sigh. "Is there any money left, Bert?"

"Yes, a little," answered his brother "But you have had your share."

"Oh, if there is any left let him and Flossie have it," suggested
Grace. "They're the smallest ones here."

"Yes, do," urged Nellie, and as several others agreed that this was
the thing to do, the two little Bobbsey twins each had another cup of
chocolate.

"Though Freddie has almost as much outside his mouth as inside it,"
said Nan, with a laugh.

Then the merry party of boys and girls trooped homeward, Bert and Nan
thinking on the way of the strange words of Mr. Carford and wondering
what he meant by them.

Several of the older boys, who knew the old gentleman, told something
of him. He was a strange character, living in a fine old homestead. He
was said to be queer on certain matters, but kind and good, and quite
charitable, especially at Christmas time, to the poor of that country
neighborhood.

"We'll ask papa about him when we get home," said Bert. "Maybe he can
explain it."

But when the Bobbsey twins reached their house they found that their
father had suddenly been called away on a business trip to last for
some days, and so they did not see him.

"I haven't the least idea what Mr. Carford meant," said Mrs. Bobbsey,
when they had asked her. "I did not even know that your father knew
him. I am sorry you children were in danger on the hill."

"Oh, it wasn't much, mother," said Bert quickly, for he feared if his
parent grew too worried she might put a stop to the winter fun.

Supper was soon ready and then came a happy period before bedtime--
that is happy after lessons had been learned. Snoop the black cat, and
Snap, the smart circus dog, were allowed in the living room, to do
some of their tricks, Snoop having been taught a number while with the
fat lady in the circus.

Bert fell asleep vainly wondering about the queer words of Mr.
Carford, and he dreamed that he was sliding down hill on the back of a
horse who turned somersaults, every now and then, into a bag of
popcorn.

Coasting came to an end the next day, for there was a big snow storm,
and the hill would not be in good condition until the white flakes
were packed hard on the slope. But there were other forms of sport--
snowballing, the making of forts, snow houses and snow men, so that
the Bobbseys and their friends were kept busy.

Then came a little thaw, and the snow was just soft enough to roll
into big balls.

"It's just right for making a large fort!" exclaimed Danny Rugg one
day, after school was out. "We'll roll up a lot of big balls, put them
in lines on four sides and make a square fort. Then, we'll choose
sides and have a snow fight."

The other boys agreed to this, and soon Bert and the others, including
Danny and his friends, were busily engaged. For the time being the
hard feeling between Danny and Bert was forgotten.

The fort was finished, and there was a spirited snow battle about it,
one side trying to capture it and the other trying to stop them.
Bert's side managed to get into the fort, driving the others out.

"Oh, we'll beat you to-morrow!" taunted Danny, when the battle was
over.

The next morning, when the children assembled at school, they saw a
strange sight. On the front steps of the building was a great
snowball, so large that it almost hid the door from sight. And working
at it, trying to cut it away so that the entrance could be used, was
the janitor. He was having hard work it seemed.

"Who did it?"

"Who put it there?"

"Say, it's frozen fast, too!"

"Somebody will get into trouble about this."

These were only a few of the things said when the children saw the big
snowball on the school steps.

"It's frozen fast all right enough," said the janitor, grimly.
"Whoever put it there poured water over it, and it's frozen so fast
that I'll have to chop it away piece by piece. All day it will take
me, too, and me with all the paths to clean!"

When the classes were assembled for the morning exercises Mr. Tetlow,
the school principal, stepped to the edge of the platform, and said:

"I presume you have all seen the big snow ball on the front steps.
Whoever put it there did a very wrong thing. I know several boys must
have had a hand in it, for one could not do it alone. I will now give
those who did it a chance to confess. If they will admit it, and
apologize, I will let the matter drop. If not I will punish them
severely. Now are you ready to tell, boys? I may say that I have a
clue to at least one boy who had a hand in the trick."

Mr. Tetlow paused. There was silence in the room, and the boys looked
one at the other. Who was guilty?




CHAPTER IV

THE ACCUSATION


For what seemed a long time Mr. Tetlow stood looking over the room
full of pupils. One could have heard a pin drop, so quiet was it. The
hard breathing of the boys and girls could be heard. From over in a
corner where Danny Rugg sat, came a sound of whispering.

"Quiet!" commanded the principal sharply. "There must be no talking. I
will wait one minute more for the guilty ones to acknowledge that they
rolled the big snowball on the steps. Then, if they do not speak, I
shall have something else to say."

The minute ticked slowly off on the big clock. No one spoke. Bert
glanced from side to side as he sat in his seat, wondering what would
come next. Many others had the same thought.

"I see no one wishes to take advantage of my offer," said Mr. Tetlow
slowly. "Very well. You may all go to your class-rooms, with the
exception of Bert Bobbsey. I wish to see him in my office at once. Do
you hear, Bert?"

There was a gasp of astonishment, and all eyes were turned on Bert. He
grew red in the face, and then pale. He could see Nan looking at him
curiously, as did other girls. Bert was glad Flossie and Freddie were
not in the room, for the kindergarten children did not assemble for
morning exercises with the larger boys and girls. Flossie and Freddie
might have been frightened at the solemn talk.

For a moment Bert could hardly believe what he had heard. He was
wanted in Mr. Tetlow's office! It did not seem possible. And there
was but one explanation of it. It must be in connection with the big
snowball. And Bert knew he had had no hand in putting it on the school
steps.

There was a buzz of talk, many whisperings, and some one spoke aloud.
It sounded like Danny Rugg, but poor Bert was so confused at his own
plight that he could not be sure.

"Silence!" commanded Mr. Tetlow, as the boys and girls marched to
their various rooms. "Bert, you will wait for me in my office," he
added. Poor Bert looked all around. He met many glances that were
kind, and others, from Danny Rugg's friends, that were not. Nan waved
her hand at her brother as she passed him, and Bert smiled at her. He
made up his mind to be brave. Bert went to the principal's office, and
sat in a chair. There was another boy there, who looked at Bert in a
questioning manner.

"Are you here to get some writing paper, Bert?" asked the other boy.
"Miss Kennedy sent me for some."

"No," answered Bert. "I only wish I was. I guess Mr. Tetlow thinks I
had something to do with the big snowball."

"Did you?"

"I did not!" exclaimed Bert quickly.

The principal entered a little later, gave to the other boy the
package of writing paper Miss Kennedy had sent for, and then sat down
beside Bert.

"I am sorry to have to do this, Bert," he said, "but this is a serious
matter and I must treat it seriously. Now again, I ask if you have
anything to say to me? Perhaps you were too worried to stand up before
the whole school."

"No, sir," answered Bert, "I don't know that I have anything to say,
if you mean about the big snowball."

"Then you deny that you had anything to do with it?"

"Yes, sir. I never helped roll it on the steps." 

"Do you know who did?"

"No, sir. I haven't the least idea."

"And you were not anywhere near it?"

"No, sir."

"Ahem! Let me ask you, have you a knife, Bert?"

Without thinking Bert's hand went to his pocket, and then, as he
recalled something, his face turned red, and he said:

"I have one, but I haven't got it now."

"Is this it?" asked Mr. Tetlow, suddenly holding out one.

Bert did not need to give more than a single glance at it to know that
it was his knife. It had his name on the handle and had been given him
by his father at Christmas.

"Yes, that's mine," he said slowly.

"So I thought. And do you know where it was found, Bert?"

"No, Mr. Tetlow, I haven't any idea."

"Suppose I told you the janitor picked it up on the steps almost under
the big snowball? If I tell you that what have you to say?"

"Well, Mr. Tetlow, I'll have to say that I don't know anything about
it. I didn't drop my knife there, I'm sure."

"Then someone else must have done it. Be careful now, Bert. I don't
want to be hasty, but it looks to me very much as though you were one
of the boys who had played this trick--a trick that has made
considerable trouble. I am sure there must have been others concerned
with you, and I am almost positive that you had a hand in it.

"Now I am not going to ask you to tell tales against your companions.
I don't believe in that sort of thing. But I am very sorry that you
did not admit at first that you had a share in rolling the big ball.
Very sorry, Bert."

"But, Mr. Tetlow, I didn't do it!" cried poor Bert, the tears coming
into his eyes. "I don't know how my knife got there, but I do know I
didn't help roll that ball. Please believe me; won't you?"

For a moment the principal was silent. Then he said slowly:

"Bert, I would very much like to believe you, for I have always found
you a good, manly and upright boy. But the evidence is strong against
you I am sorry to say. And this trick was one I can not easily
overlook. Rolling the snowball on the steps was bad enough, but when
water was poured over it, to freeze, and become ice, making it so much
harder to clean off, it made matters so much worse.

"Besides making a lot of work for the janitor, there was danger that
some of the teachers might slip on the icy path and be injured. If
your knife had only been found lying on top of the ice I might think
you had come up merely to look at the big ball, and had dropped your
property there. But the knife was found frozen fast, showing that it
must have been dropped during the time the water was poured on the
steps. So you see whoever left it there must have been on hand when
the trick was played."

"That may be true, Mr. Tetlow!" cried Bert, "but I did not leave my
knife there. I remember now--I can explain it! I couldn't think, at
first, but I see it now."

"Very well," said Mr. Tetlow quietly, "I'll hear what you have to say,
Bert."




CHAPTER V

HOLIDAYS AT HAND


Bert Bobbsey was thinking rapidly. Something that he had nearly
forgotten came suddenly to his mind, and he hoped it would clear him
of the accusation.

And what he had seen, that brought back to his mind something that he
had nearly forgotten, was the sight of an elderly gentleman driving
past the school in a sled. It was aged Mr. Carford, whose runaway team
Bert had helped stop that day on the hill.

"Will you let me call in Mr. Carford?" asked Bert of the principal.

"Call in Mr. Carford?" repeated Mr. Tetlow in some surprise. "What
for?"

"Because, sir," said Bert eagerly, "he saw me lend my knife to Jimmie
Belton last night, and he can tell you that I went on home, leaving my
knife with Jimmie."

"Ha! Do you mean to say that Jimmie dropped it in the ice on the
school steps?"

"No, Mr. Tetlow, I don't mean to say that. But I can prove by Mr.
Carford that I went home last night without my knife. Please call him
in."

Bert thought of the strange old man, who had made such an odd remark
concerning the Bobbsey family. And Bert was determined to find out
what it meant, but, as yet, he had had no chance, as his father was
still away on a business trip.

"Very well, we shall see what Mr. Carford has to say," spoke the
principal. "And I will have Jimmie Belton in also."

Mr. Tetlow pressed a bell button that called the janitor, and the
latter, who was still chopping away at the frozen steps, came to see
what was wanted.

"Just call to that old gentleman going past in the bob sled to come in
here," said Mr. Tetlow. "He is Mr. Carford."

"Tell him Bert Bobbsey wants to see him," added the boy, amazed at his
own boldness.

"Yes, you may do that," said Mr. Tetlow, as the janitor looked toward
him. Somehow the principal was beginning to doubt Bert's guilt now.

From the office window Bert watched the janitor hail the aged man, who
paused for a minute, and then, tying his team, came on toward the
school. Bert's heart was lighter now. He was sure the old gentleman
would bear out what he had said, and Bert felt he would be glad to do
him a good turn in part payment for what Bert and his chums had done
in catching the runaways.

"Mr. Carford," began Mr. Tetlow, who knew the aged man slightly,
"there has been trouble here, and Bert Bobbsey thinks perhaps you can
help clear it up. So I have asked you to step in for a moment." Then
he told about the big snowball, and mentioned how he had come to
suspect Bert.

"But Bert tells me," went on Mr. Tetlow, "that you saw him lending his
knife to Jimmie Belton last night. May I ask you, is that so?"

"Why, yes, it is," said the aged man slowly. "I'll tell you how it
was." He nodded at Bert in a friendly way, and there was a twinkle in
his deep-set eyes.

"It was just toward dusk last evening," went on Mr. Carford, "and I
was on my way home to Newton. I'd been in town buying some supplies,
and near the cross roads I met Bert and another boy."

"That was Jimmie," said Bert eagerly.

"Well, I heard you call him Jimmie--that's all I know," said Mr.
Carford. "Bert was cutting a branch from a tree, and when I came up to
them I offered them a ride as far as I was going. They got in, and
Bert here was whittling away with his knife as he sat beside me. Yes,
that's the knife," said Mr. Carford, as the principal showed it to
him.

"I was making a ramrod for a toy spring gun I have," explained Bert.
"It shoots long sticks, like arrows, and I had lost one of my best
ones, so on the way home I cut another. Then just before Mr. Carford
gave us the ride, Jimmie came along and asked me to lend him my knife.
I said I would as soon as I had finished making my arrow. I did finish
it in the sled and I gave him my knife just before we got out."

Mr. Tetlow looked inquiringly at Mr. Carford, who nodded in answer.

"Yes," said the aged man, "that was the way of it. Bert did lend that
other boy--Jimmie he called him--his knife. I saw the two boys
separate and Jimmie carried off Bert's knife. But that's all I do
know. The snowball business I have nothing to do with."

"No, I suppose not," said the principal slowly. "I am sorry now that I
said what I did, Bert. But there still remains the question of how
your knife got on the steps. Do you think Jimmie had a hand in putting
the snowball there?"

"I don't know, Mr. Tetlow. I wouldn't like to say."

"No, of course not. I'll have Jimmie here." The principal called a
messenger and sent him for Jimmie, who came to the office wondering
what it was all about.

Without telling him what was wanted Mr. Tetlow asked Jimmie this
question quickly: "What did you do with Bert's knife fie lent it to
you last night?"

For a moment Jimmie was confused. A strange look came over his face.
He clapped his hand to his pocket and exclaimed:

"I--I lent it to Danny Rugg."

"Danny Rugg!" cried Bert.

"No, I didn't exactly lend it to Danny," explained Jimmie, "for I
knew, Bert, that you and he weren't very friendly. But after you let
me take it last night, to start making that sailboat I was telling you
about, I forgot all about promising you that I'd bring it back after
supper. Then Danny came over, and he helped me with the boat. When he
saw I had your knife, and when he heard me say I must take it back, he
offered to leave it for you when he came past your house the next
time."

"And did you give it to him?" asked the principal.

"Yes, I did," answered Jimmie. "I thought he would do as he said. He
took the knife when he went home from my house."

"But he never gave it to me!" said Bert quickly.

"I am beginning to believe he did not," said the principal. "I think
we will have Danny in here."

The bully came in rather defiant, and stared boldly around at those in
the office. Mr. Tetlow resolved on a surprising plan.

"Danny," he said suddenly, "why did you put Bert's knife on the step,
and let it freeze there to make it look as though Bert had helped
place the snowball in front of the door? Why did you?"

"I--I--" stammered Danny, "I didn't--"

"Be careful now," warned the principal. "We have heard the whole
story. Jimmie has told how you promised to leave the knife with Bert,
but you did not."

Danny swallowed a lump in his throat. He was much confused, and
finally he broke down and admitted that he had been present and had
helped roll the snowball on the steps.

"But I wasn't the only one!" he exclaimed. "There was--"

"Tut Tut!" exclaimed the principal. "I want no tale-bearing. I think
those who did the trick will confess now, after I tell them what has
happened. Danny, it was very wrong of you to play such a joke, but it
was much worse to try to throw the blame on Bert by leaving his knife
there."

"I--I didn't do it on purpose," said Danny. "The knife must have
slipped out of my pocket." But no one believed that, for Danny was
known to have a grudge against Bert, and that was reason enough for
trying to throw the blame on our little hero.

But Bert was soon cleared, for, a little later, when Mr. Tetlow called
the school together, saying that he had been mistaken in regard to
Bert, and relating what had come out about the knife, several of the
boys who, with Danny had placed the big ball on the steps, admitted
their part in it.

They were all punished, but Danny most of all, for his mean act in
trying to make it look as though Bert had done it.

"Well," said Mr. Carford, as he took his leave, having helped to prove
Bert's innocence "this time I have had a chance to do a Bobbsey a
favor, in return for one you did me, Bert."

"Yes, sir," answered Bert, not knowing what else to say. He was
puzzling over what strange connection there might be between his
family and Mr. Carford.

"Come up and see me sometime," said the aged man. "And bring your
brother and sisters, Bert. I'll be glad to see them at my place. I'm
going to stay home all this winter. I'm getting too old to go to Snow
Lodge anymore."

Bert wondered what Snow Lodge was, but he did not like to ask.

Thus was cleared up the mystery of the big snowball, and Bert's many
friends were as glad as he was himself that he had been found
innocent.

There came more snow storms, followed by freezing weather after a
thaw, and the boys and girls had much fun on the ice, a number of
skating races having been arranged among the school pupils.

The end of the mid-winter term was approaching, and the Christmas
holidays would soon be at hand. Then would come a three week's
vacation, and the Bobbsey twins were talking about how they could
spend it.

"It's too cold to go to the seashore," said Nan with a shiver, as she
looked out of the window over the snowy yard.

"And the country would be about the same," added Bert.

"Oh, it's lovely in the country during the winter, I think," said Nan.

"We could get up a circus in the barn, with Snoop and Snap," said
Flossie, who was busy over a picture book.

"Then I'm going to be the ring-master and crack a big whip and wear
big boots!" cried Freddie.

"I do hope papa will be home for Christmas," sighed Nan, for Mr.
Bobbsey's business trip, in relation to lumber matters, had kept him
away from home longer than expected.

"I have good news for you, children," said Mrs. Bobbsey, coming into
the room just then with a letter. "Your father is coming home to-
morrow."

"Oh, how nice!" cried Nan.

"I hope he brings us something," said Freddie.

"I'll have a chance to ask him about Mr. Carford," thought Bert. "I
wonder what that old man meant by his strange words?"




CHAPTER VI

A VISIT TO MR. CARFORD


"Freddie, what in the world are you doing?"

"Flossie! Oh dear! You children! You have the place all upset!"

Mrs. Bobbsey, who had come into the big living room, to see the two
younger twins engaged in some strange proceedings, paused at the
doorway to look on. Indeed the place was upset, for the chairs had
been dragged out from against the walls and from corners to be placed
in a row before a large sofa. From one corner of this to a side wall
was stretched a sheet, and in another corner, in a pen made of chairs,
could be seen the wagging tail of Snap, the trick dog.

"What in the world are you doing?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. "Oh, dear, how
I do dread a rainy day!" for it was pouring outside, and the older, as
well as the younger twins had to stay in doors.

"We're playing circus," explained Freddie gravely, as he peered
between the "bars" of the cage made of chairs. "Snap is a lion," went
on the little fellow. "Growl, Snap!"

And Snap, always ready to have fun, growled and barked to satisfy the
most exacting circus lover.

"Oh dear!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "I'll never get this room straightened
out again."

"Oh, we'll fix it, mamma, after the circus," said Flossie sweetly.
"Sit down and see the show. I'll make Snoop do some of the tricks the
fat circus lady taught her," and Flossie lifting up one corner of the
sheet, showed the black cat curled up on a cushion, while back of her,
tied by one leg, was Downy the pet duck.

"This was going to be the happy family cage," explained Flossie, "only
when we had Snap in here he kept playing with Downy, and Downy quacked
and that made Snoop nervous so we couldn't do it very well."

"So we made Snap the lion, and part of the time he's going to be the
tiger," said Freddie. "Dinah is going to give us some blueing that she
uses on the clothes, and I'm going to paint stripes on Snap."

"Don't you dare do it," said Mrs. Bobbsey, "The idea of painting blue
stripes on poor Snap! Whoever heard of a blue-striped tiger?" and she
tried hard not to laugh.

"Well, this is a new kind," said Freddie. "Sit down, mamma, and we'll
make Snoop do a trick for you. Make her chase her tail, Flossie."

"No, I'll make her walk a tight rope," said the little girl. "That's
more of a trick."

Flossie got her jumping rope, which she had little use for now, and
tied it from the back of one chair to the back of another, placed some
distance away. Then she pulled the rope tight between them, and,
taking Snoop up in her arms, placed the cat carefully on the stretched
rope.

Snoop stood still for a minute, meowing a little and waving her tail
back and forth. Poor Snoop! The black cat did not like to do tricks as
well as did Snap. No cats do. But Snap, when he saw what was going on,
was eager to show off what he could do.

He leaped about in his chair "cage," barking loudly, much to the
delight of Freddie who liked to hear the "lion" roar.

"Go on, Snoop!" called the twins, and gave the cat a gentle shove.
Then Snoop did really walk across the rope, for it was almost as easy
as walking the back fence, which Snoop had often done. Only the rope
was not as steady as the fence. But the fat circus lady had trained
the black cat well, and Snoop performed the trick to the delight of
the children.

"That is very good," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Oh, see! Snap is turning a
somersault in his cage. Poor dog, let him out, Freddie; won't you?"

"He isn't a dog--he's a lion," insisted the little boy. "I dassen't
let out a lion, or he might bite you."

But Snap had no idea of playing the lion all the while. Suddenly
Downy, the duck, with a loud quack, got her leg loose from the string
and flew out across the room. This so surprised Snoop, who had started
back over the tight rope, that he fell off with a cry of alarm.

This was too much for Snap, who evidently did not think he was having
his share of the fun. With a loud bark and a rush he burst from his
cage of chairs, intent on playing with Snoop, for he and the cat were
great friends.

Just at that moment fat Dinah, the colored cook, came into the room to
ask Mrs. Bobbsey something. Snoop, seeing the open door, and being
tired of doing tricks for the children, made a dash to get out,
darting under Dinah's skirts.

Snap, thinking this was part of the game, rushed after his friend the
cat, but when he tried to dive underneath Dinah's dress there was an
accident.

He knocked the feet from under the fat cook, and she sat down on the
floor with a force that jarred the whole house, just missing sitting
on Snap.

"Fo' de lub ob goodness what am de mattah?" cried Dinah. "Am it an
earfquake Mrs. Bobbsey?"

"I don't know, Dinah!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, wanting to laugh, and
yet not wishing to hurt Dinah's feelings. "The children said it was a
circus, I believe. Here, Snap!" she called, as the dog rushed on after
Snoop.

Just then Downy, the duck, sailed back across the room, and lighted
squarely on Dinah's black and kinky head, where the fowl perched
"honking" loudly,

"Good land ob massy!" murmured Dinah over and over again. "Mo'
trouble!"

Flossie and Freddie were so surprised at the sudden ending of their
circus that they did not know what to do. Then they both raced to
capture the duck.

"One of the dining-room windows is open!" called Freddie. "If Downy
flies out he'll freeze. Grab him, Dinah!"

"Chile!" cried the colored cook slowly, "I ain't got bref enough lef
to ketch eben a mosquito. But yo'-all don't need to worry none about
dish yeah duck gittin loose. His feet am all tangled up in mah wool,
an' I guess you'l hab t' help git 'em loose, chilluns!"

It was indeed so. Downy's webbed feet were fast in Dinah's kinky hair,
and it took some time to disentangle them. Then the cook could get up,
which she did with many a sigh and groan.

"Are you hurt, Dinah?" asked Flossie. "If you are you can come to
our circus for nothing; can't she, Freddie?"

"Yes," he answered, "only we haven't got a circus now. It's all gone
except Downy."

"Well, I think you have played enough circus for today," said Mrs.
Bobbsey "Straighten up the room now, and have some other kind of fun."

The dog and cat, satisfied to get out of their cages, had gone to the
kitchen, where they could generally find something good to eat. Then
Flossie and Freddie were kept busy putting back the chairs, and
setting the room in order.

It was a day or so after the return of Mr. Bobbsey from his business
trip, and though Bert had asked his father about Mr. Carford, the
lumber dealer had not yet had time to give any explanation.

"It is quite a little story," he said. "I'll tell you about it some
time, Bert. But now I have a lot of back work to catch up with, on
account of being away so long, and I'll have to go to the office
early, and I'll be late getting home."

So the little incident had not yet been explained. The Christmas
holidays were drawing nearer, and there were busy times in the Bobbsey
household. Flossie and Freddie were expecting a visit from Santa
Claus, and they wrote many letters to the dear old saint, telling what
they wished to receive.

"But have you thought of what you are going to _give?_" asked Mrs.
Bobbsey one day, a short time before Christmas. "It is more fun to
give things than it is to get them, you know."

"Is it?" asked Flossie, who had never heard of it in that way before.

"Indeed it is," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "You just try it. If you have any
toys you don't care for any more, or even some that you do, and wish
to give away, or books or other playthings, and if you will gather
them up, I'll see that they are given to some poor children who may
not have a very good Christmas."

The smaller twins thought this would be very nice, and they were soon
busy over their possessions. Bert and Nan heard what was going on, and
they insisted on giving their share also, so that quite a box full of
really good toys were collected.

A day or so later, when the weather had cleared, Bert came in from
coasting, and said,

"Mother, couldn't Nan and I take a ride over to Mr. Carford's house?
He is out in front in his sled, and he says he'll bring us back before
dark. May we go?"

"Why, I guess so," said Mrs. Bobbsey, slowly. "I don't believe your
father would object. But wrap up well, for it is chilly."

"And can't we go, too?" begged Flossie

"Yes, we want to," added Freddie. "Please, Mamma!"

"Well, I guess so," agreed Mrs. Bobbsey, "Will you look after them,
Bert and Nan?"

"Oh, yes," promised the two older twins, while Bert explained that he
had met Mr. Carford, who was on his way home from the store, and had
been given a ride. The invitation had followed.

"I'll take good care of them, Mrs. Bobbsey," said the elderly
gentleman, as Mrs. Bobbsey went out to tuck in Flossie and Freddie
"I've got to run into Newton and back again this afternoon, so I
thought they'd like the ride."

"Indeed it is very kind of you," said the children's mother. "I hope
they will be no trouble."

"Of course they won't. Remember me to Mr. Bobbsey when he comes home.
Ask him to come and see me when he has time. I want to talk to him
about a certain matter."

"All right," said Mrs. Bobbsey, and Bert wondered if it had to do with
the secret.

The drive out to Newton, which was a few miles from Lakeport, was much
enjoyed by the Bobbsey twins. The speedy horses pulled the sled over
the white snow, the jingle of the strings of bells around them
mingling with other musical chimes on sleds that they met, or passed.

They saw Danny Rugg out driving with his mother in a stylish cutter,
and Danny rather "turned up his nose" at the old bob sled in which the
Bobbseys were riding. But Bert and his sisters and brother did not
mind that. They were having a good time.

"Here we are!" called Mr. Carford after a fine ride. "Come in and get
warm. I guess my sister has a few cookies left," for a maiden sister
kept house for the old gentleman.

Into the big old-fashioned farmhouse the children tramped, to be met
by a motherly-looking woman, who helped them brush the snow from their
feet. Then she bustled about, and brought in a big pitcher of milk, a
plateful of molasses cookies, and some glasses. The children's eyes
sparkled at the sight of this fine lunch.

"There you are!" cried Mr. Carford heartily, as he passed around the
good things. "Eat as much as is good for you. I've got to go out to
the barn for a while. Emma," he asked his sister, "have you got any
more packages made up?"

"James Carford, are you going to give away more stuff?" demanded his
sister. "Why, you'll be in the poorhouse first thing you know."

"Oh, I guess not," he said with a laugh, "We can afford it, and
there's many who can't. It's going to be a hard winter on the poor.
Put up a few more packages, and I'll tie up some bags of potatoes!"

"I never saw such a man--never in all my born days!" exclaimed Miss
Carford, shaking her head. "He'd give away the roof over us if I
didn't watch him."

"What is he doing?" asked Bert.

"Oh, the same as he does every Christmas," said the sister-
housekeeper. "He makes up packages, bundles, baskets and bags of
things to eat, and gives them to all the poor families he can hear of.
He was poor once himself, you know, and he never can forget it."

"He is very kind," said Nan, in a low voice.

"Yes, he is that," agreed Miss Carford, "and I suppose I oughtn't to
find fault. But he does give away an awful lot."

She went out to look after matters in the kitchen, leaving the
children to eat their lunch of milk and cookies alone for a few
minutes. Presently Mr. Carford came back, stamping the snow from his
boots.

"Ha!" he cried, as he went close to the stove to warm his hands. "This
reminds me of the winters I used to spend at Snow Lodge on Lake
Metoka. Were you ever up there?" and he looked at Bert.

"No, sir."

"Ha! I thought not. It's a fine place. But I don't go there any more--
never any more," and he shook his head sadly.

"Did it burn down?" asked Freddie, who was always interested in fires
and firemen. "Couldn't they put it out?"

"No, Freddie, it didn't burn down," said Mr. Carford. "Sometimes I
almost wish it had--before my trouble happened," he added slowly.
"Yes, I almost wish it had. But Snow Lodge still stands, though I
haven't been near it for some years. I couldn't go. No, I couldn't
go," and he shook his head sadly. "I just couldn't go."

The Bobbsey children did not know what to think. Mr. Carford seemed
very sad. Suddenly he turned away from the fire that blazed on the
hearth, and asked:

"Did I ever tell you about Snow Lodge?"

"No," said Bert, softly.

"Then I will," went on the aged man. "I don't tell many, but I will
you. And maybe you could make some use of the place now that the
holidays are here. I used to spend all my Christmas holidays there,
but I don't any more. Never any more. But I'll tell you about it," and
he settled himself more comfortably in the big chair.




CHAPTER VII

THE STORY OF SNOW LODGE


"When I was a boy," began Mr. Carford after a pause, during which he
looked into the blazing fire, "I lived on a farm, and I had to work
very hard."

"We were on a farm once, weren't we, Flossie?" interrupted Freddie.

"Hush, dear," said Nan in a low voice "Listen to Mr. Carford's story."

"That isn't a story," insisted Flossie. "He didn't begin it right. He
must say: 'Once upon a time, a good many years ago--!'"

Mr. Carford laughed.

"So I should, my dear!" he exclaimed. "It's been so long since I've
told a story to little folks that I've forgotten how, I guess.

"So I'll begin over again. Once upon a time, a good many years ago, I
was a little boy, and I lived on a farm. I guess it must have been the
same sort of a farm you and Flossie went to, Freddie, for we had cows
and horses and pigs and chickens and sheep. There was lots of work,
and, as my father was not rich, I had to help as soon as I got old
enough.

"But, for all that, I had good times. I thought so then and, though
I'm an old man now, I still think so. But the good times did not last
long enough. I wish I could go back to them.

"But I stayed on the farm a good many years, with my brothers and
sisters, and finally when I grew up, and thought I was big enough to
start to work for myself, I ran away."

"Did you--did you get lost?" asked Flossie, with her eyes wide open,
staring at Mr. Carford.

"No, my dear, I didn't exactly get lost. But I thought there was
easier work than living on a farm, so, instead of staying and helping
my father, as I think now I should have done, I ran away to a big
city. I wanted to be dressed up, and wear a white collar instead of
overalls and a jumper.

"But I found that life in the city, instead of being easier than on
the farm, was harder, especially as I didn't know much about it. Many
a time I wished I was back with my father, but I was too proud to
admit that I had made a mistake. So I kept on working in the city, and
finally I began to forget all about the farm.

"I won't make this story too long, for you might get tired of it,"
said Mr. Carford, as he got up to put a log on the fire.

"Oh, we like stories; don't we, Freddie?" said Flossie.

"Yes," said Freddie softly.

"I know, my dear," said the old man kindly, "but I am afraid you
wouldn't like my kind. Anyhow I kept on working in the city--in one
city after another--until I became successful and then, in time, I got
rich."

"Rich!" cried Freddie. "Very rich?" and his big eyes opened wide.

"Freddie!" cautioned Nan, with a sharp look.

"Oh, I don't mind!" laughed Mr. Carford "Yes, I got quite rich, and
then I thought it was time to go back to the old farm, and see my
father. My mother had died before I went away. Maybe if she had lived
I wouldn't have gone. And then I began to find out that life wasn't
all happiness just because you had money.

"My father had died too, and the old farm had been sold. My brother
and sisters had gone--some were married and some had died. I found I
was a lonesome old man, with few friends, and hardly any relatives,
left. I had been too busy getting rich, you see, to take time to make
friends.

"Well, I didn't know what to do. All the while, you understand, I had
been counting on going back to the farm, with a lot of money, and
saying to my father: 'Now, daddy, you've worked hard enough. You can
stop now, and have happiness the rest of your life.' But you see my
father wasn't there. I was too late.

"So I made up my mind the best thing I could do was to buy back the
old farm, and spend the rest of my days there, for the sake of old
times. Well, I did buy the place, and I named it 'Snow Lodge,' for
there used to be lots of snow there in the winter time. I fixed the
old house all over new, put in a furnace, and other things to make it
comfortable, and I lived there for some time.

"I heard from some of my brothers and sisters who had also gone away
from the farm, and one of my sisters, who had married a man named
Burdock, had become very poor. Her husband had died, and she was very
sick. I brought her to Snow Lodge to live with me, and her son, Harry,
a fine lad, came along.

"My poor sister did not live very long, and when she died I took Henry
Burdock to live with me. I felt toward him as toward a son, and for
years we stayed in Snow Lodge together.

"Then I bought this place, and we used to spend part of the year here
and part of it at Snow Lodge. It was a fine place winter or summer,
Snow Lodge was."

Mr. Carford became silent and looked again into the glowing logs on
the hearth.

"Don't you go to Snow Lodge any more?" asked Nan in a low voice.

"No," replied the old man. "Never any more. Not--not since Henry went
away," and he seemed to be in pain. "I have never gone there since
Henry went away," he added, "though the place is well kept up, and it
is ready to live in this minute."

"Did your nephew Henry run away, as you did?" asked Bert.

"No--not exactly," was the reply. "I don't like to talk about that
part of it. I like to think of Snow Lodge on the shore of the lake as
a place where I lived when I was a boy.

"Oh, it's just fine there!" went on Mr. Carford. "In summer the grass
is so green, and you can sit on the porch and look down at the lake.
In the winter, when the lake is frozen over, there is skating and ice
boating on it, and you can fish through the ice. And such hills as
there are to coast down! and such valleys filled with snow! Sometimes
it seems as if the whole house would be covered with the white flakes.

"But you can always keep warm in Snow Lodge, for there are big
fireplaces, as well as the furnace, and there is plenty of wood. Many
times I've had a notion to go back there, but somehow I couldn't,
since--since Henry went away. So I came here to live with my other
sister, and here I guess I'll stay the rest of my life. Snow Lodge is
shut up, and I guess it always will be."

Mr. Carford sighed, and kept looking at the fire. Nan thought what a
pity it was that Snow Lodge could not be used, while Bert wondered
what had happened between Henry Burdock and his uncle, Mr. Carford,
that caused Henry to go away. Also Bert wondered if Mr. Carford would
explain his strange remark, made at the time the runaway horses were
caught. But the aged man seemed to have forgotten it.

"Yes, Snow Lodge is closed up," said Mr. Carford. "I don't suppose it
will ever be used again. But I've told you the story of it, and I'm
afraid I've tired you."

"No you haven't," said Nan. "We enjoyed it very much."

"That's right!" exclaimed Bert.

"Did--did you ever see any bears there?" asked Freddie, "any real big
bears?"

"Or tigers--or--or elephants?" asked Flossie, not to let her brother
get ahead of her in asking questions.

"Huh! Elephants don't grow here--only bears," said Freddie.

"No, I never saw anything bigger than foxes," said Mr. Carford with a
laugh. "Snow Lodge isn't very far from here, you know, so you have the
same kind of animals there that you have here. Only there are more
woods at Snow Lodge.

"But I must be getting back with you youngsters. It is getting late
and your folks may worry about you. I'll bring the sled around, and my
sister Emma can tuck you in. Then I'll get you home, and see to my
Christmas packages. It's going to be a hard winter on the poor."

"We give the poor people something," said Freddie. "At school we all
brought something just before vacation, and Mr. Tetlow is going to
give it to all the poor people."

"That was at Thanksgiving, dear," said Nan.

"Well, maybe they've got some left for Christmas," said Freddie, as
the others laughed.

"That's right--try and make other people happy, little man," said Mr.
Carford, patting Freddie's head.

The big sled with the horses and their jingling bells was soon at the
door. Miss Carford had warmed some bricks to put down in the straw, to
keep the children's feet warm, and soon, cozily wrapped up, they were
on their way home.




CHAPTER VIII

A KIND OFFER


"Nan!" called Freddie from under a big fur robe, as he sat in the warm
straw of Mr. Carford's sled next to his sister.

"Yes, what is it?" asked Nan, bending over him to look at his face in
the gathering dusk of the winter afternoon. "Are you warm enough,
Freddie?"

"Yes, I'm as warm as the toast Dinah makes for breakfast. But say, I
want to ask you--do you think we'll meet Santa Claus before we get
home?"

"No, Freddie. The idea! What makes you think that?"

"Well, it's near Christmas, and we're out in a sled, and he goes out
in a sled, only with reindeers of course, and--"

Freddie's voice trailed off sleepily. In fact he had aroused himself
from almost a nap to ask Nan the question. Flossie, warmly wrapped up,
was already slumbering in Bert's arms.

"No, I don't believe we'll meet Santa Claus this trip," said Nan. "He
is only supposed to travel at night, you know, Freddie."

"That's so. Well, if we do meet him, and I'm asleep, you wake me up:
will you?"

"Yes, Freddie," promised his sister, and she looked across at Bert and
smiled. The two younger twins were soon both soundly slumbering, for
being out in the cold air and wind does seem to make one sleepy when,
later on, one gets warm and comfortable.

Mr. Carford sat up on the seat in front driving the sturdy horses,
while the string of bells around them jingled at every step.

"Wasn't that a queer story of Snow Lodge?" asked Nan of Bert, in a low
voice.

"It surely was," he replied. "It seems too bad to have the place all
shut up, with no one to use it this winter. It would be just great, I
think, if we could go up there for the Christmas holidays. We could go
up right after Christmas, and not come back until the middle of
January, for school doesn't open again until then. Wouldn't it be
great!"

"Fine!" agreed Nan. "But I don't s'pose we could. Mr. Carford doesn't
want Snow Lodge used, I guess. But he gave us a good time at his
house."

"Indeed he did," agreed Bert.

On glided the sled, the bells making merry music. A light snowfall
began, and Mr. Carford urged the horses to faster speed, for he wanted
to get back home before the storm broke.

"Wake up, Freddie!"

"Wake up, Flossie!"

Nan and Bert gently shook their little brother and sister to arouse
them. The sled had stopped in front of the Bobbsey home.

"Is it--is it morning?" asked Flossie, as she rubbed her eyes.

"Did Santa Claus come?" demanded Freddie, trying to wiggle out of
Bert's arms.

"Not yet," laughed Mr. Carford. "But I think he soon will be here. Can
you manage them, Nan--Bert?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, we often carry them," replied Nan. "They'll soon be wide
awake again, and they won't want to go to sleep until late to-night,
on account of the nap they've had."

Mrs. Bobbsey was at the door waiting for the children Flossie and
Freddie soon roused up enough to walk in.

"Won't you come in?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey of Mr. Carford. "I can give
you a cup of tea. Mr. Bobbsey just came home. Perhaps you'd like to
say 'how-d'ye-do.'"

"Thanks, I'll come in for just a minute," was the answer. "Then I must
be getting back before the storm breaks. And I'll tie my horses, too.
I can't risk another runaway," Mr. Carford said with a smile at Bert.

Mr. Bobbsey greeted the caller cordially, and the children were soon
telling their parents of the nice visit they had had.

"And Miss Carford can make almost as good cookies as Dinah!" cried
Freddie.

"Ha! Ha!" laughed Mr. Carford. "I'll have to tell my sister that.
She'll be real proud."

Bert, looking from his father to Mr. Carford, wondered what could have
once taken place between the two men. That there was some sort of
secret he felt sure, and up to now there had been no explanation of
the strange words used by the aged man at the time Bert and the others
caught the runaways.

"I haven't seen you in some time, Mr. Bobbsey," said Mr. Carford,
after they had talked about the weather.

"No, I've been very busy, and I suppose you have also. Have you been
at Snow Lodge lately?"

"No, and I don't expect to set foot in the place again. I guess you
know why. And I want to say now, that though I was rather cross with
you when you tried to get me to change my mind about that matter, some
time ago, I want to say that I'm sorry for it. I realize that you did
it for the best."

"Yes," said Mr. Bobbsey, "I did, but I know how you felt about it. I
believed then, and I believe now, that you made a mistake about your
nephew Henry."

"No, I don't think I did," was the slow reply. "I am afraid Henry is a
bad young man. I don't want to see him again, nor Snow Lodge either.
But I'm glad you tried to help me. However, I have come about a
different matter now. How would you and your family like to spend the
winter there? How would a vacation at Snow Lodge suit you?"

No one spoke for a few seconds. All were surprised at the kind offer
made by Mr. Carford.

"A vacation at Snow Lodge!" said Mr. Bobbsey slowly.

"Do you mean it, Mr. Carford?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

"I certainly do," was the answer. "I have told your youngsters
something about Snow Lodge, and they seemed to like the place. I heard
them talking among themselves, on the way back here, how they'd like
to go there.

"Oh, that's all right--no harm done!" exclaimed Mr. Carford, as he
looked at the blushing faces of Nan and Bert. "I'm glad I did overhear
what you were saying. It is a shame to keep that place locked up, and
I'm just beginning to realize it.

"I don't want to go there myself, but that's no reason why others
shouldn't. So, Mr. Bobbsey, if you like, you can take your whole
family up there to Snow Lodge, near the lake, and in the woods, and
stay as long as you like. Here are the keys!" and Mr. Carford tossed a
jingling bunch on the table.




CHAPTER IX

MR. BOBBSEY'S STORY


"Snow Lodge! Oh, Papa, could we go there?" cried Flossie, now wide
awake.

"What fun we could have!" exclaimed Freddie, whose eyes were now as
wide open as ever they had been.

Bert and Nan said little, but there was a look of pleased anticipation
on their faces. They, too, realized what fun they could have in a big,
old-fashioned farmhouse in winter, particularly when the building was
refitted with a furnace, and had big fireplaces in it.

And Bert was wondering, more than ever, what strange reason Mr.
Carford could have for not wanting to go back to lovely Snow Lodge.

"Say we can go, Daddy!" pleaded the two smaller twins, as they tried
to get into their father's lap.

"Well," said Mr. Bobbsey slowly, "this is certainly very kind of, you,
Mr. Carford, but I am not sure I can accept it. I am very much obliged
to you, however--"

"Accept! Of course you can accept!" exclaimed the aged man. "There's
no reason why you and your family shouldn't have a holiday vacation at
Snow Lodge. The place has been closed up a long time, but a day or so,
with a good fire in it, would make it as warm as toast. I know, for
I've been there on the coldest winter days. Now you just plan to go up
there with the wife and children, and have a good time. It might as
well be used as to stand idle and vacant, as it is."

"What do you say, Mother?" and Mr. Bobbsey looked at his wife. "Shall
we go to Snow Lodge?"

"The children would like it," said Mrs. Bobbsey slowly.

"Like it! I should say we would!" cried Nan. "I can take some pictures
of the birds with my new camera--the one I am going to get for
Christmas," she added with a smile.

"Oh ho! So you are going to have a camera for Christmas; are you?"
laughed her father.

"I--I hope so," she replied.

"And I can build a snowhouse and live in it like the Esquimos," added
Bert.

"Then I'm going to live with you!" cried Freddie. "Please go to Snow
Lodge, Mamma!"

"Yes, take the youngsters up," urged Mr. Carford. "At least don't
decide against it now. I'll leave the keys with you, and you can go
any time you like. I don't suppose it will be until after Christmas,
though, for Santa Claus might not be able to get up there," and he
pinched Freddie's fat cheek.

"No, don't go until after Santa Claus has been here," urged Flossie
seriously, and her mother laughed.

"Well, I must be going, anyhow," said Mr. Carford, after a pause. "It
will be dark before I get back, and the storm seems to be coming up
quickly. Emma will worry, I'm afraid. Now you just think it over about
Snow Lodge," he concluded, "and I guess you will go, Mr. Bobbsey. You
know my reasons for not wanting to set foot in the place, so I don't
need to tell you.

"Now, good-bye. Go to Snow Lodge, and have a good time, and when you
come back, children, tell me all about it. If I can't go there at
least I like to hear about the place."

Mr. Carford went out to his team, through the now driving snow. He
little realized what a joyful story the Bobbsey twins were to bring
back to him from Snow Lodge, nor how it was to change his feeling in
regard for his boyhood home.

"Papa," said Bert soberly, after the visitor had gone, leaving the
keys of Snow Lodge behind him, "what is the secret about Mr. Carford
and that winter place? And you're mixed up in it, I'm sure."

"What makes you sure, Bert?"

"Well, I've been thinking so ever since that day I helped to catch his
runaway horses, and he said this was the second time a Bobbsey had
tried to do him a favor.'"

"Had your favor anything to do with Snow Lodge, Papa?" asked Nan, as
she put her arms about his neck.

"Well, yes, daughter, in a way. And, since Mr. Carford has told you
part of the story, I may as well tell you the other half, I suppose."

"Oh, another story!" cried Flossie, in delight.

"Yes, we must be quiet and listen," said Freddie, as he drew up a
stool close to his father.

"It isn't a very nice sort of story," went on Mr. Bobbsey. "In fact it
is rather sad. But I'll tell it to you, anyhow. Did Mr. Carford tell
you about when he was a boy?"

"Yes, and how he went away, and came back rich, and found all his
folks gone and the farm sold," said Nan.

"Yes. Well, I guess he told you then, how he took his nephew, Henry
Burdock, to live with him. He loved Henry almost as if he were his own
son, and did everything for him. In fact he planned to leave him all
his money. Then came a quarrel."

"What about?" asked Bert softly.

"Over some money. Henry was a young man who liked to spend
considerable, and though he was not bad he was different from the
country boys. Mr. Carford gave him plenty of spending money, however,
and did not ask him what became of it.

"Then, one day, a large sum of money was missing from Snow Lodge. Mr.
Carford accused Henry of taking it, and Henry said he had seen nothing
of it. Then came a quarrel, and Mr. Carford, in a fit of temper, drove
Henry away from Snow Lodge. There were bitter words on both sides, and
after that Mr. Carford closed up the place, and has not been near it
since. That is the part of the story Mr. Carford did not tell you."

"But where do you come in, Daddy?" asked Nan. "Did you find the
missing money?"

"No, Nan, though I wish I had. But I was sure Henry had not taken it,
and I tried to make Mr. Carford believe so. That is what he meant by
me trying to do him a favor. But he would not have it so, and, for a
time, he had some feeling against me. But it passed away, for he
realized that I was trying to help him.

"But since then Mr. Carford and his nephew, Henry Burdock, have not
spoken. As I said, Mr. Carford drove the young man away from Snow
Lodge. It was in a raging storm and Henry might have frozen, only I
found him and took him to a hotel. I helped look after him until he
could get a start. It was a very sad affair, and it has spoiled Mr.
Carford's life, for he loved Henry very much."

"And did Henry really take the money?" asked Freddie. "That was
wicked, I think."

"You must not say so, Freddie," spoke Mr. Bobbsey. "We do not know
that Henry did take it. No one knows. It is a mystery. I, myself feel
sure that Henry did not, but I can not prove that he did not take it.
His uncle believes that he did. At any rate the money disappeared."

"And where was it when Mr. Carford last saw it?" asked Nan.

"Mr. Carford left it on the mantlepiece in the big living room of Snow
Lodge," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Henry was the only other person, beside
himself, who was in the room, and in some way the money was taken. I
even went so far as to have a man from the police station look all
over the house, hoping he could find the roll of bills somewhere, but
it did not come to light. And so, ever since, there has been a bad
feeling between Henry and his uncle."

"What does Henry Burdock do now?" asked Bert.

"He roams about the woods, as a sort of guide and hunter. Sometimes, I
am told, he comes close to Snow Lodge and looks down on it from a
distant hill, thinking of the happy days he spent there."

"Maybe we'll see him when we go up," said Freddie. "If I do I'll give
him all the money in my bank so he can be friends with his uncle
again."

"No, Freddie," said Mrs. Bobbsey solemnly. "You must not speak of what
you have just heard. It is a sad story, and is best forgotten. Both
Mr. Carford and Henry feel badly enough about it, so it will be best
not to mention it. Just forget all about it if we go to Snow Lodge."

"But we are going; aren't we, Papa?" asked Bert. "The trip to the
woods would do us all good."

"Well, I think we might take advantage of Mr. Carford's kind offer,"
said Mr. Bobbsey. "Yes, we'll plan to go to Snow Lodge!"

"Hurrah!" cried Nan and Bert, grasping each other by the hands and
swinging around in a sort of waltz.

"Can we take our sleds," asked Flossie.

"I'm going to take my skates--maybe I'll skate all the way there--I
could--on the lake!" exclaimed Freddie, and he wondered why the others
laughed.

"Well, we'll make our plans later," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Now, children,
we'll have an early supper and then you must all get to bed. Christmas
will come so much earlier if you go to sleep now."

"Oh, jolly Christmas!" cried Nan. "I can hardly wait!"




CHAPTER X

UNWELCOME NEWS


"Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas to everybody!"

"Oh, Christmas is here! I wonder what I got?"

"I'm going to get up and see!"

The Bobbsey twins were calling to one another from their rooms, and
papa and mamma Bobbsey were replying to their children's happy
greetings. It was Flossie who had made the exclamation about wondering
what Santa Claus had brought her, and it was Freddie who declared he
was going to get up to see.

Soon the patter of bare feet announced that the two younger twins were
scampering downstairs.

"You must put on your dressing gowns and slippers, my dears!" called
Mrs. Bobbsey. "You'll take cold. Nan, look after them; will you?"

"Yes, mother, in just a minute. As soon as I can find my own things,"
and Nan got out of bed. She and Bert were not in so much of a hurry as
Flossie and Freddie for they were getting older, and though Christmas
was still a source of great joy to them they were not so anxious to
see what gifts they had. Still Nan was eager to know if her camera had
come.

From the parlor below came cries, shouts and peals of delighted and
surprised laughter as Flossie and Freddie discovered their different
gifts.

"Look at my book!" cried Flossie. "And a doll--a doll that you can
wind up, and she walks and says 'mamma.' Look, Freddie!" and the
little girl started the doll off across the room.

"Pooh! Look at what I got!" cried Freddie. "It's a fire engine, and it
squirts real water. I'm going to put some in it, and play fire."

He started for the kitchen with his toy, but Nan caught him.

"Not just yet, little fat fireman," she said with a laugh, as she took
him up in her arms. "You can't splash in the cold water until you have
more clothes on. Get dressed and then you may play with your toys."

"All right!" answered Freddie. "Oh, look, I've got a wind-up
steamboat, too. Oh! let me down so I can look at it, Nan! Now please
do!"

Nan saw a pile of her own gifts, so she set Freddie down for a moment,
intending to carry him up stairs a little later. She had wrapped a
robe about Flossie, who was contentedly playing with her newest doll,
and looking at her other presents. Santa Claus had been kind to the
Bobbsey twins that Christmas.

Bert, big boy though he thought himself getting to be, could no longer
resist the temptation to come down in his bath robe to see what he had
received, and a little later fat Dinah, roused earlier than usual by
the joyous shouts of the children, came lumbering in.

"Oh, Dinah! Dinah! Look what you got!" cried Flossie. "Your things are
all here on this chair," and the little girl led the fat cook over
toward it.

"Things fo' me? What yo'-all talkin' 'bout chile? Ole Dinah don't git
no Christmas!" protested the jolly colored woman, laughing so that she
shook all over.

"Yes, you do get a Christmas, Dinah. Look here!" and Flossie showed
where there were some useful presents for the cook,--large aprons,
warm shoes, an umbrella, and a bright shawl that Dinah had been
wanting for a long time.

"What? All dem fo' me?" asked the surprised cook. "Good land a' massy!
I guess ole Santa Claus done gone an' made a beef-steak this time,
suah!"

"No, there's no mistake! See, they've got your name on!" insisted
Flossie. "See, Dinah!" and she led the cook over to the chair where
the presents were piled. There was no doubt of it, they were for
Dinah, and near them was another chair containing gifts for her
husband, Sam. He would not be in until later, however. But Dinah saw a
pair of rubber boots that would be very useful in the deep snow, and
there were other fine presents for Sam.

Bert and Nan were now looking at their things, and Mr. and Mrs.
Bobbsey could be heard moving around upstairs, having decided that it
was useless to lie abed longer now that the children were up.

"Come, come, Flossie and Freddie!" called Mrs. Bobbsey. "You must get
dressed and then you can play as much as you like. I don't want you to
get cold. If you do you can't go to Snow Lodge, remember!"

This was enough to cause the small Bobbseys to scamper upstairs.
Flossie carried her doll with her, and Freddie took along his fire
engine, for that was the gift he had most wanted, and for which he had
begged and pleaded for weeks before Christmas.

Feeling that a little liberty might be allowed on this day, Mrs.
Bobbsey did not insist on the younger children dressing completely
until after breakfast, so in their warm robes and slippers Flossie and
Freddie were soon again examining their toys, discovering new delights
every few minutes.

Nan was busy inspecting her camera, while Bert was looking at a new
postage stamp album he had long wanted, when from the kitchen where
Dinah was getting breakfast came a series of excited cries, mingled
with laughter and shouts of:

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

"Mercy! What's that?" screamed Mrs. Bobbsey, turning pale.

Mr. Bobbsey made a rush for the kitchen. Nan and Bert, with Flossie,
gathered about their mother. Then they heard Dinah calling:

"Stop it, Freddie! Stop it I done tell you! Does yo'-all want me t'
git soaked? An' yo'-all will suah spoil them pancakes! Oh, now yo' hab
done it! Yo' squirted right in mah mouf! Oh mah goodness sakes alive!"

Mrs. Bobbsey looked relieved.

"Freddie must be up to some prank," she said.

"Freddie, stop it!" commanded Mr. Bobbsey, and then he was heard to
laugh. The others all went out to the kitchen and there they saw a
curious sight.

Freddie, with his new toy fire engine, was pumping water on fat Dinah,
who was laughing so heartily that she could do nothing to stop him.
Mr. Bobbsey, too, was shouting with mirth, for the hose from the toy
engine was rather small, and threw only a thin, fine spray.

"I'm a fireman!" cried Freddie, "and I'm pretending Dinah is on fire.
See her red apron--that's the fire!" and the little fellow turned the
crank of his engine harder than ever, throwing the tiny stream of
water all over the kitchen.

"That's enough, Freddie," said Mr. Bobbsey, when he could stop
laughing. Dinah was still shaking with mirth, and Freddie, looking in
the tank of the engine, said:

"There's only a little more water left. Can't I squirt that?"

Without waiting for permission Freddie made the water spurt from the
nozzle of the hose. At that moment the door of the kitchen opened, to
let in Sam. With him came Snap, the trick dog, and the tiny stream of
water caught Sam full in the face.

"Hello! What am dat?" he demanded in surprise. "Am de house leakin'?"

"It's my new fire engine!" cried Freddie. "I didn't mean to wet you,
Sam, but I was playing Dinah was on fire!"

"Well, yo'-all didn't wet me so very much," replied Sam, with a grin
that showed his white teeth. "Dat suah am a fine fire engine!"

Snap sprang about, barking and wagging his tail, and, there being no
more water in Freddie's engine, he had to stop pumping, for which
every one was glad.

"You must not do that again," said Mrs. Bobbsey, when the excitement
was over, and laughing Dinah had dried her face, and put on another
apron. "You frightened us all, Freddie, and that is not nice, you
know."

"I won't, Mamma, but I did want to try my fire engine."

"Then you must do it in the bath room where the water will do no harm.
But come now, children, get your breakfast and then you will have the
whole day to look at your toys."

Breakfast was rather a hurried affair, and every now and then Flossie
and Freddie would leave the table to see some of their gifts. But
finally the meal was over and then came more joyous times. Sam
received his presents, and Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey had time to look at
theirs, for Santa Claus had not forgotten them.

"And there's something for Snap, and for Snoop, too!" exclaimed
Freddie. "Snoop has a new ribbon with a silver bell, and Snap a new
collar, with his name on," and soon the cat and dog, newly adorned,
were being put through some of their tricks.

If I tried to tell you all that went on in the Bobbsey house that
Christmas this book would contain nothing else. So I will only say
that the holiday was one of the most delightful the twins ever
remembered.

"And then to think, with all this, that we are to go to Snow Lodge!
It's great!" cried Bert.

"I hope I can get some good pictures up there with my camera," said
Nan. "Will you show me how it works, Bert?"

"Yes, and we'll go out to-day and try it. I want to see how my new
skates go, too. The lake is frozen and we'll have some fun."

The day was cold and clear. There had been a little fall of snow
during the night, but not enough to spoil the skating, and soon Bert
and Nan were on their way to the lake, while Flossie and Freddie,
after inspecting all their presents over again, had gone out to play
on their sleds.

This gave Dinah and Mrs. Bobbsey time to get ready the big Christmas
dinner, with the roast turkey, for Mr. Bobbsey had brought home one of
the largest he could find.

While Flossie and Freddie were playing on the hill, a small one near
their home, they heard a voice calling to them:

"Want a ride, youngsters?"

Looking up they saw Mr. Carford in his big sled. It was filled with
baskets and packages, and the Bobbsey twins guessed rightly that the
generous old man was taking around his Christmas contributions to the
poor families.

"Yes, we'll go!" cried Freddie. "What shall we do with our sleds?"
asked Flossie.

"Oh, Harry Stone will look after them; won't you Harry?" asked
Freddie, "He can use mine, and his sister Jessie can use yours until
we come back, Flossie," and Freddie turned the coasters over to a poor
boy and girl who lived near the Bobbsey home. Harry and his sister
were delighted, and promised to take good care of the sleds.

"I won't take you far--only just around town," said Mr. Carford, as
the twins got in his sled. "When are you going up to my Snow Lodge?"

"We're going soon, I guess," answered Flossie. "I heard mamma and papa
talking about it yesterday."

"And we're ever so much obliged to you for letting us have your
place," said Flossie. "Will you come up and see us while we're there?
I've got a doll that can talk."

"And I'm going to take my fire engine along, so if the place gets on
fire I can help put it out," exclaimed Freddie. "Will you come up?"

Mr. Carford started. He looked at the children in a strange sort of
way, and then stared at the horses.

"No--no--I guess I won't go to Snow Lodge any more," he said slowly,
and Flossie and Freddie were sorry they had asked him, for they
remembered the story their father had told them about the sorrow that
had come to the aged man.

But the children soon forgot this in the joy of helping in the
distribution of the good things in the sled, and the happiness brought
to many poor families seemed to make up, in a way, for what Mr.
Carford had suffered in the trouble over his nephew.

When all the gifts had been given out from the sled, Mr. Carford drove
the two younger Bobbsey twins back to the hill where they again had
fun coasting.

Meanwhile Nan and Bert were having a good time on the ice. Nan's
camera was used to take a number of pictures, which the children hoped
would turn out well.

While Bert was taking a picture of Nan, Charley Mason came skating up,
and Bert, whose best chum he was, insisted that Charley get in the
picture also.

"My!" exclaimed Charley, as he saw Nan's camera, "that's a fine one!"

"I just got it to-day," said Nan, with a pleased smile. "I'm going to
take a lot of pictures up at Snow Lodge."

"Snow Lodge," repeated Charley. "You mean that place Mr. Carford
owns?"

"Yes," replied Bert. "He is going to let us all go up there for three
weeks or so."

"Say, that's funny," spoke Charley. "You'll have some other Lakeport
folks near you."

"Who else is going up to Snow Lodge?" asked Nan.

"Well, they're not exactly going to Snow Lodge," replied Charley, "but
I heard a while ago that Danny Rugg and his folks were going up to a
winter camp near there. Mr. Rugg has bought a lumber tract in the
woods, and he's going to see about having some of the trees cut. Danny
is going, too. So you'll have him for a neighbor."

"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Nan, in dismay. "That spoils everything!"

"Well, if Danny tries any of his tricks I'll get after him!" exclaimed
Bert, firmly. But he looked anxious over the unwelcome news Charley
had brought.




CHAPTER XI

MAKING PLANS


"Are you sure this is so--is Danny Rugg really going up to the woods
near Snow Lodge?" asked Bert of Charley, after a pause.

"That's what Frank Smith told me," replied Charley, "and you know
Frank and Danny are great chums."

"That's so. Well, if Danny doesn't bother us we won't make any trouble
for him," said Bert. "Still, I'd rather he would go somewhere else."

"If Mr. Rugg is going up to see about having lumber cut," said Nan, "I
guess there won't be much fun for Danny. Maybe he won't bother us at
all."

"He will if he gets a chance," declared her brother. "Danny's just
that kind. But we'll wait and see."

Bert, Nan and Charley talked for some time longer about the trip to
Snow Lodge, and then, as it was getting nearly time for dinner, they
skated down the lake toward their homes.

"How are you folks going up to the lodge?" asked Charley, before
parting from Bert and Nan.

"Oh, I guess father will take one of his big lumber sleds and drive us
all up," replied Bert. "We'll have to take along lots of things to
eat, for it's a good ways to the store, and we might get snowed in."

"That's right," said Charley. "But say, why don't you and Freddie go
up in our iceboat, the _Ice Bird_? It isn't much of a run to Snow
Lodge, on the lake, and it's good going now."

"I never thought of that!" exclaimed Bert. "I wonder if father would
let us?"

"You can ask him," said Nan. "I'd like to skate up, if it wasn't so
far. But I don't believe it would be safe to take Freddie on the ice-
boat, Bert. He's so little, and so easily excited that he might tumble
out."

"That's right. And yet it will be no fun to sail it alone. I wish you
could go with me, Charley."

"I wish I could, but I don't see how I can. My folks are going to my
grandmother's for a couple of weeks. Otherwise I'd be glad to go."

"Well, maybe my father will sail in the ice-boat with me," spoke Bert.
"I guess I'll ask him."

Bert and Nan had much to talk about as they skated on, having bidden
Charley goodbye, and their conversation was mostly about the new idea
of getting to Snow Lodge on the ice.

"I don't want to skate alone, any more than you want to go in the ice-
boat alone," said Nan. "But maybe mamma and papa will let us invite
some of our friends to spend a week or so at Snow Lodge with us. Then
it would be all right."

"It surely would," said Bert.

The Christmas dinner at the Bobbsey home was a jolly affair, and while
it was being eaten Bert spoke to his father about the ice-boat.

"Do you think it will carry you to the upper end of the lake?" asked
Mr. Bobbsey with a smile, for Bert and Charley had made the boat
themselves, with a little help. Though it was a home-made affair, Bert
was as proud of it as though a large sum had been spent for it.

"Of course it will carry us to Snow Lodge," he said. "There would be
room for four or five on it, if the wind was strong enough to carry us
to the head of the lake. But I don't want to go alone, Father. Could
you come?"

"I'm afraid not," laughed Mr. Bobbsey. "I'll have to go in the big
sled with your mother, and the provisions. We're going to take Dinah
and Sam along, you know. Can't you ask some of your boy friends? I
guess there's room enough at the Lodge."

"That's just what I'll do!" exclaimed Bert "I'll see who of the boys
can go."

"And may I ask Grace Lavine or Nellie Parks?" inquired Nan. "We could
skate up, or go part way in the ice-boat with the boys."

"I think so," said Mrs. Bobbsey.

"I know who you could take on the iceboat," said Freddie, passing his
plate for more turkey.

"Who?" asked Bert.

"Dinah!" cried the little fellow. "She would be so heavy that she
couldn't roll off, and if the ice-boat started to blow away she'd be
as good as an anchor."

"That's right!" cried Nan. "Dinah, did you hear what Freddie is
planning for you?" she asked as the fat cook came in with the plum
pudding.

"I 'clar t' goodness I neber knows what dat ar' chile will be up to
next!" exclaimed Dinah with a laugh. "But if he am plannin' to squirt
any mo' fire injun water on me I's gwine t' run away, dat's what I
is!"

They all laughed at this, Dinah joining in, and then Freddie explained
what he had said.

"No, sah! Yo' don't cotch me on no ice-cream boat!" declared Dinah.
"I'll go in a sled, but I ain't gwine t' fall down no hole in de ice
and be bit by a fish! No, sah!"

There was more laughter, and then the plum pudding was served. Freddie
begged that Snoop and Snap be given an extra good dinner, on account
of it being Christmas, and Dinah promised to see to this.

Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey discussed the plans for going to Snow Lodge. They
agreed that Bert and Nan, if they wished, might each ask a friend, for
the old farmhouse in the woods on the edge of the lake contained many
rooms. It was completely furnished, all that was needed being food.

"So if you young folks want to skate or ice-boat up the lake I see no
objection," said Mr. Bobbsey. "The rest of us will go in a big sled."

"Couldn't I go in the ice-boat?" asked Freddie. "I'm getting big. I'm
almost in the first reader book."

"We're going so fast your fire engine might be lost overboard," said
Bert with a smile, and that was enough for his little brother. He
didn't want that to happen for the world, so he gave up the plan of
going on the _Ice Bird_.

"I don't like the idea of that Danny Rugg going to be near us," said
Mrs. Bobbsey to her husband, when Bert had told this news. "He's sure
to make trouble."

"Perhaps not," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Bert generally manages to hold his
own when Danny bothers him."

"Yes, I know. But it always makes hard feelings. I do wish Danny
wasn't going up there."

"Well, the woods are open, and we can't stop him," said Mr. Bobbsey,
with a smile. The children had gone out to play, and the house was
quiet once more.

"There is a great deal to do to get ready," went on Mrs. Bobbsey. "But
I think the trip will do us all good. I only hope none of us take
cold."

"Don't worry," advised her husband. "I'll see Mr. Carford, and have
the fires made up a couple of days before we arrive. That will make
the house good and warm, and dry it out."

They talked over the various things they had to do in order to make
their stay at Snow Lodge pleasant, and then went out to call on some
friends.

That afternoon Bert and Nan extended the invitation to Snow Lodge to a
number of their boy and girl friends, explaining how they were going
to make the trip on skates or on the ice-boat.

But one after another declined. Either their parents had made other
plans for spending the Christmas holidays, or they did not think it
wise to let their children go off in the woods.

Bert asked a number of boys he knew, but none of them could go, and
Grace Lavine, Nellie Parks, and many other girls to whom Nan spoke,
made excuses.

"I guess we'll have to give up the ice-boat plan," said Bert,
regretfully that night to Nan. "No one seems able to go. Will you risk
it with me, Nan?"

"I wouldn't be afraid," she answered. "If mamma and papa will let me
I'll sail in the _Ice Bird_ with you."

"Then we'll go that way!" cried Bert. But the next day something
occurred that made a change in the plans of the Bobbsey twins.




CHAPTER XII

THE LETTERS


The day after Christmas, when Bert and Nan came home from having been
to see a number of their friends, but not having succeeded in getting
any of them to promise to make the trip to Snow Lodge, the two older
Bobbsey twins were quite discouraged.

"I'll need another fellow to help me sail the ice-boat," spoke Bert.
"Of course I know you'll do all you can, Nan, but we can't tell what
might happen. I don't see what's the matter with all the fellows,
anyhow, that they can't go."

"And the girls, too," added Nan. "I couldn't get one of them to
promise. And I don't know whether mamma and papa will let you and me
go in the ice-boat by ourselves."

And, when they heard of this plan, both Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey objected
to it.

"It would be too risky," decided Mr. Bobbsey. "Your ice-boat is a
small one. I know, Bert, but in a stiff wind it might capsize if you
did not have some other boy along to help you manage it. I guess you
and Nan had better come with us in the big sled."

"I think so, too," added Mrs. Bobbsey.

There seemed to be no other way out of it, and Nan and Bert felt quite
badly. Not even the tricks of Snap and Snoop, when Freddie and Flossie
put the dog and cat through them before going to bed, would cause
their older brother and sister to look happy.

"Never mind," said Mamma Bobbsey, "when we get to Snow Lodge you'll
have such a good time that you won't mind not having made the trip on
skates or on the ice-boat. And you can skate all you like when you get
up there."

The next day Freddie was playing quite a game. He had a little toy
village, made of pasteboard houses, and this he had set up in the
playroom. He was pretending that a fire had broken out in one of the
dwellings and he was going to put it out with his toy engine. Of
course there was not even a match on fire, for Mrs. Bobbsey was very
careful about this, but Freddie pretended to his heart's content. He
was allowed to have real water, but Dinah had spread on the floor an
old rubber coat so that the spray would do no harm.

With a great shout Freddie came running out of the "engine house,"
which was a chair turned on its side. He was pulling his toy after
him, racing to the make-believe blaze.

Just then Flossie came into the room with her new walking doll, and,
not seeing her, Freddie ran into and knocked her over.

Flossie sat down quite hard, and for a moment was too surprised to
cry. But a moment later, when she saw Freddie's fire engine run over
her new doll, which cried out "Mamma!" as if in pain, the tears came
into Flossie's eyes.

"Oh, you bad boy!" she exclaimed, forgetting her own pain, at the
sight of her doll, "you've run right over her!"

"I--I couldn't help it!" said Freddie, stopping in his rush to the
fire to pick up his sister's toy. "You got right in my way."

"I did not--Freddie Bobbsey!"

"Yes, you did, too, and I'm going to squirt water on you, and put you
out. You're on fire! Your cheeks are all red!"

This was true enough. Flossie did get very red cheeks when she was
excited.

"Don't you put any water on me!" she cried. "I'll tell mamma on you!
And you've broke my best doll, too! Oh, dear!" and Flossie burst into
tears, so there was no need for Freddie to use his toy engine to wet
her flaming cheeks.

This frightened Freddie. He seldom made his twin sister cry, and he
was very much alarmed.

"I--I didn't mean to, Flossie," he said, putting his arms around her.
"I guess I was running pretty fast. Don't cry, and you can squirt my
engine. Maybe if you squirted some water on your doll she'd be all
right," and Freddie picked up the talking toy.

"Don't you dare put any water on her!" screamed Flossie. "You'll make
her catch cold, and then she won't talk at all, Oh, dear! I wish you
didn't have that old engine."

Mrs. Bobbsey came into the room just then, or there is no telling what
might have happened. She knew what to do, and soon she had
straightened out matters. It was not very often that Flossie and
Freddie had trouble of this kind, but they were only human children,
just like any others, and they had their little disputes now and then.

"Oh, dear! This will never do!" said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Freddie, you must
not rush about the house so fast."

"But, mamma, firemens is always fast. They have to be fast, and I was
going to a fire," the fat little fellow said.

"I know, dear, but you should look where you are going. And, Flossie,
dear, you must watch out before you rush into a room, you know."

"Yes, mamma, but, you see, I was pretending my doll was sick, and I
was running to the doctor's with her."

"Oh, dear!" cried Mamma Bobbsey. "You were both in too much of a
hurry, I think. Never mind. Let's see if the doll is hurt, much."

It seemed that she was, for though she would walk across the room when
wound up, she would not cry out "Mamma!" But Mrs. Bobbsey was used to
mending broken toys, and after poking about in the wheels and springs
with a hairpin she soon had the doll so it would talk again. Then
Flossie was happy, and her tears were forgotten.

Freddie said he was sorry he had been in such a hurry, so all was
forgiven, and he went on playing fireman. He was in the midst of
putting out a make-believe blaze in the village church when the
doorbell rang, and the postman's whistle was heard.

"Will you get the mail, dear?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey of Freddie. "Dinah
is busy, I'm sure. Let me see how mamma's little fat fireman can get
the letters. But don't run!" she exclaimed, "or you might fall
downstairs."

"I won't, mamma," said Freddie.

He came back with several letters, and he was again playing he was a
fireman, and Flossie was making believe she was a doctor for her sick
doll, when Mrs. Bobbsey exclaimed:

"Oh, this will be good news for Bert," and she looked up from a letter
she was reading.

"What is it, mamma?" asked Flossie. "Is someone sending him more
Christmas presents?"

"No, dear, but Harry, your cousin from the country, you know, is
coming to visit us. Bert will have someone to play with. Won't that be
nice?"

"And can I play with him, too?" asked Freddie.

"I guess so, sometimes," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But you must remember
that Harry is about ten years old, and he won't always want to be with
little boys."

"I'm a big boy!" declared Freddie. "I'm 'most as big as Bert."

"Well, I guess you can have some fun," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Bert will
be glad to hear this. Now, who can this other letter be from?" and she
tore open the envelope.

"Why!" she cried, as she quickly read it "It's from Uncle William
Minturn, at the seashore, and he says his daughter Dorothy is coming
to pay us a visit. Well, did you ever! Our two cousins--one from the
country and the other from the seashore--both coming at the same time!
Oh, this will please Bert and Nan!"

"And can't we have a good time, too?" asked Flossie.

"Of course," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Let me see now; how will I arrange
the rooms for them? Oh, I forgot, we're going to Snow Lodge soon. I
wonder what I can do? Both Dorothy and Harry will be here before I can
tell them not to come. I must telephone to papa!"

Bert and Nan came in just then, in time to hear this last.

"Telephone to papa!" exclaimed Bert "What's the matter, mother? Has
anything happened?"

"Nothing, only your cousins, Dorothy and Harry, are coming to visit
you. And I don't know what to do about it, as we are going to Snow
Lodge!"

"Do about it?" cried Bert. "Why, we won't do anything about it, except
to let them come. Say, this is the best news yet! Harry can go with me
on the ice-boat. Hurray! Hurray!"

"Yes, and Dorothy and I can skate on the lake!" said Nan. "Oh, how
glad I am!"

"We'll take them both to Snow Lodge!" cried Bert. "Now we won't have
to look for any other boys or girls. Well have our own cousins!
Whoop!" and he threw his arms around his mother, while Nan tried to
kiss her. Flossie and Freddie looked on in pleased surprise. The
letters had come just in time. Now there would be a jolly party at
Snow Lodge.




CHAPTER XIII

IN A HARD BLOW


"Are you girls warm enough?" asked Bert Bobbsey, as he and his cousin
Harry started toward the frozen lake one afternoon, the day before
they were all to start for Snow Lodge.

"If we aren't we will never be," answered Dorothy Minturn, who was
Nan's "seashore cousin" as she called the visitor. "I've got on so
many things that it would be easier to roll along instead of walking,"
went on Dorothy with a laugh.

"Well, it's a good thing to be warm, for it will be cold on the ice-
boat; won't it, Bert?" asked Harry.

"That's what it will. There's a good wind blowing, too. It's stronger
than I thought it was," and Bert bent to the blast as he walked along
with the others.

"Will there be any danger?" asked Dorothy, who was not used to the
activities of the Bobbseys.

"Oh, don't worry!" cried Harry. "We'll look after you girls."

"They think they will," murmured Nan looking at her cousin, "I guess I
know almost as much about the _Ice Bird_ as Bert does."

"Where is your ice-boat?" asked Harry of Bert, as they kept on along
the path that led to the lake.

"Over in the next cove. I had her out the other day, and the wind died
out, leaving me there. Since then we've been so busy getting ready to
go to Snow Lodge that I haven't had time to bring her back to the
dock."

"Will she be safe over there?"

"I guess so--hardly anybody goes there in winter."

The two cousins--Harry from the country and Dorothy from the
seashore,--in each of which places the Bobbseys had spent part of the
preceding summer,--had followed soon after their letters, and had been
warmly welcomed by Nan, Bert, Flossie and Freddie. The visitors were
rather surprised to learn that the Bobbsey family was preparing to go
away for a winter vacation in the woods, but they were only too glad
to accept an invitation to go along.

So it was arranged, and in another day the start to Mr. Carford's
former home would be made. Mr. Bobbsey had a big sled gotten ready,
there were boxes, barrels and packages of provisions, Snow Lodge had
been opened by a farmer living near there, who remained in it all
night, keeping up the fires so that the long-deserted house would not
be chilly, and all was in readiness.

The plans of Nan and Bert to go to Snow Lodge by means of skates and
on the ice-boat had been agreed to.

Dorothy and Nan thought they would rather skate than go all the way on
the ice-boat, but Bert and Harry decided to keep to the ice craft all
the way.

"And when you girls get tired of skating just wave your handkerchiefs,
and we'll wait for you," said Bert.

Now they were going to take a little trial sail on the _Ice Bird_
before starting off on the longer cruise.

As the four walked around a point of land, and came within sight of
the ice-boat, tied to a stake in the ice of the cove, Harry uttered a
cry.

"Look!" he exclaimed to Bert, "someone is at your boat!"

"That's right!" cried Bert, starting to run. Just then a figure skated
away from the craft, and Bert breathed a sigh of relief.

"I guess it was only someone taking a look at her," he said "There
aren't many on the lake."

"We can't go very far," said Nan, as they neared the boat, "for mamma
said to be back early. We've got a great deal of packing to do yet."

"We'll just take a little spin," replied Bert.

They were soon on the ice-boat, gliding up and down the lake, which
was frozen to a glassy smoothness.

"If it's like this to-morrow it will be grand for skating!" exclaimed
Nan.

"Yes, and fine for ice-boating, too," replied her brother. "We'll beat
you to Snow Lodge."

"Well, you ought to," said Dorothy, "but we'll be warmer skating than
you will be on the ice-boat."

"Not when we take along all the fur robes I've got out for the trip,"
replied Bert. "I didn't bring 'em this time, as it was too far to
carry. But to-morrow Harry and I will be regular Eskimos."

Back and forth on the lake sailed the _Ice Bird_ with the merry-
hearted boys and girls. Bert did not go very far, as he noticed that
the wind was growing much stronger and his boat, though sturdy and
well-built, was not intended to weather a gale.

"Well, I think we'd better start for home now," said Nan after about
an hour's sailing. "Mamma will be expecting us."

"All right," assented Bert. "Do you want to steer her, Harry?"

"I'm afraid I don't know how," replied the country lad.

"Oh, you'll soon learn. I'll be right beside you here, and tell you
what to do."

"Don't upset, please, whatever you do," urged Dorothy.

"I'll try not to," promised Harry.

When they got out of the sheltered cove they felt the full force of
the wind, and for a moment even Nan, who had been on the boat many
times, felt a bit timid. The _Ice Bird_ tilted to one side, the left
hand runner raising high in the air.

"Oh!" screamed Dorothy. "We're going over!"

"No, we're not! Sit still!" cried Bert, grasping the tiller, which
Harry was not holding just right. By turning the ice-boat to one side
the wind did not strike it so hard, and the craft settled down on the
level again.

"There! That's better!" exclaimed Dorothy, who had grabbed hold of
Nan.

"Oh, that's nothing," said Nan. "Bert and I are used to that."

But as the ice-boat proceeded it was evident that those on her were
not going to have an easy time to get to the Bobbsey dock. The wind
blew harder and harder, and the sail seemed ready to rip apart. It
took both Bert and Harry to hold the rudder steady, and even then the
tiller was almost torn from their grasp.

Even Nan began to look a little frightened, and she did not laugh when
Dorothy stretched out flat and held on to the side of the boat with
all her strength.

"I don't want to be blown away if I can help it," said Dorothy.

Harder and harder blew the wind, sending the ice-boat along at great
speed. In a few minutes more it would be at the dock, where Bert kept
it tied.

"If it blows this way to-morrow we won't be long getting to Snow
Lodge," cried Bert in Harry's ear. He had to shout to be heard above
the howling of the wind.

"That's right," agreed the country boy. "The girls can never skate
along as fast as this."

"We'll have to use less sail," went on Bert, "and then we won't go so
fast."

He and Harry shifted the rudder to steer closer to shore. Suddenly the
wind came in a fierce gust. The ice-boat seemed about to turn
completely over. The two girls screamed, even Nan being frightened
now.

"Oh, what is it? What is it?" cried Dorothy.

Then came a sharp crack. There was a sound as though a hundred pop-
guns were being fired, and the boat slackened speed.

"Look!" cried Harry pointing ahead "Our sail has burst, Bert"

"No, it's the sheet rope--the main rope that holds the sail fast-
that's broken," replied Bert. "Lucky it did, too, or we might have
gone over. I was going to let go of it."

The ice-boat slid along a short distance, and then came to a stop. The
sail, no longer held in place so as to catch the wind, was blowing and
flapping, making snapping sounds like a line of clothes in a heavy
wind.

"All right, girls, no danger now," called Bert, as he got out to make
the flapping sail fast again. As he looked at the end of the broken
rope he uttered a cry of surprise.

"Look here!" he called to Harry, "this rope has been cut!"

"Cut?"

"Yes. Someone hacked it partly through with a knife, and the wind did
the rest."

There was no doubt of it. The main rope had been partly severed, and
the strain of the hard blow had done the rest.

"That fellow we saw near the ice-boat!" began Harry. "It must have
been him! Who was he?"

"Danny Rugg--if anybody," answered Bert. "I thought it looked like
him. Probably he heard that we were going to use the boat to go to
Snow Lodge, and he wanted to make trouble for us. He's going to camp
up there near us, I hear."

"Gracious!" cried Dorothy. "I hope he doesn't play any tricks like
that up there."

"If he does I guess Harry and I can attend to him," cried Bert. "But,
in a way, it's a good thing the rope did break or we might have upset.
Only Danny, if he did it, had no idea of doing us a good turn. He just
wanted to make trouble."

"Can you fix it?" asked Nan of her brother.

"Oh, yes, it can be spliced and will be stronger than ever. But I
won't do it now. We can walk the rest of the way to the dock. The wind
is blowing harder than ever, and we don't want any accidents."

Indeed, the wind was blowing a gale now, and even with the sail down
the ice-boat went along at such a speed that it was all Harry and Bert
could do to hold it.

But finally it was gotten to the dock, and made fast, and while the
girls went on to the Bobbsey home to finish with their packing, Bert
and Harry mended the broken rope.

"I'll have to teach Danny Rugg a good lesson," said Bert to his
cousin.

"Yes, and I'll help you," returned Harry.




CHAPTER XIV

AT SNOW LODGE


"Are we all here?"

"Have we got everything?"

"Here, Snap! If you jump out again you can't go!"

"Dinah, you hold Snap, will you?"

"Good lan' chile! I'se got about all I kin do to hold mah own self!"

These were some of the cries and exclamations as the Bobbsey family
prepared to start on the trip to Snow Lodge. With the exception of Nan
and Bert, and Dorothy and Harry, they were all in a big sled, drawn by
four horses that were prancing about in the snow, anxious to get
started. At every step the bells jingled. Sam, the colored man, was
driving. With him on the front seat sat fat Freddie.

"I'm going to drive, as soon as we get out on the country road!" cried
Freddie.

"He is not; is he, Sam?" demanded Flossie, who was taking one of her
dolls on the trip, and with the doll, and her big muff, little Flossie
had about all she could manage.

"Yes, I am too," declared Freddie. "You said I could, Sam; you know
you did!"

"Well I guess you kin drive, where the roads are easy," promised the
colored man, with a scratch of his black, kinky head.

Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey were now on their seat, with Flossie between
them. Dinah was on the seat behind, while in back of her were piled
the packages of food.

Snap, the trick dog, was to be taken along, but it had been decided to
leave Downy the duck, and Snoop, the fat, black cat at home. A
neighbor had promised to look after them and feed them.

"Well, I guess we're all ready," said Mr. Bobbsey, as he looked back
at the well-loaded sled. "Now be careful," he called to Nan and Bert,
who with their cousins were to go to Snow Lodge on the icy lake. The
girls would skate part of the way and ride on the ice-boat the
remainder of the distance.

"We'll be careful," said Bert.

The day was cold, and clouds overhead seemed to tell that it was going
to snow. But the young folks hoped the storm would hold off until
night, when they would be safe in the big, old-fashioned farmhouse.

Everyone was well wrapped up, and Flossie and Freddie were almost lost
in big rugs that had been tucked around them, for their mother did not
want them to get cold.

Piles of rugs and blankets had been put on the ice-boat so those
aboard would be comfortable.

"Well, let's start!" called Mr. Bobbsey finally. "We'll see who will
get there first, Bert, or us."

"All right--a race then!" cried Nan.

Down to the glittering, icy lake went the boys and girls, down to
where the ice-boat awaited them. It had been put in good shape for the
trip, but before starting Bert and Harry looked over all the ropes to
make sure none were frayed, or had been cut. Nothing had been seen of
Danny Rugg, and Charley Mason told Bert he thought the bully had gone
to the wood camp with his father.

"Don't you girls want to come on the iceboat for a ways first?" asked
Bert of his sister and Dorothy. "Then, when you get tired of riding,
you can skate."

"Shall we?" inquired Nan.

"I guess so," answered Dorothy, and so they did. The wind was not as
strong as it had been the day before, but it was enough of a breeze to
send the _Ice Bird_ along at a good speed. Well wrapped in the robes
and blankets, the young people enjoyed the trip very much.

"I'm sure we'll be there before papa and mamma are," said Nan as they
glided along. "See how fast we are going."

"Yes, but this wind may not keep up all the way," spoke her brother.
"And it's a good ways to Snow Lodge."

"Oh, well, we'll have a good time, anyhow," said Dorothy.

"And we'll stop and build a fire and have lunch when we're hungry,"
added Harry, for they had brought some food with them, and could make
chocolate over a little fire.

Meanwhile the sled-load of the Bobbseys with their two colored
servants, and Snap was proceeding along the snowy road. The path had
been well broken, and the going was good, so they made fairly fast
time. But every now and then Snap would insist on jumping out to run
along the road, and every time he did this Flossie and Freddie would
set up a howl, fearing he would get lost.

"Snap!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey, when this had happened four or five
times, "if you don't stay here quietly I'll tie you fast. Lie down,
sir!"

Snap barked, wagged his tail, and looked at Mr. Bobbsey with his head
tilted to one side as much as to say:

"Very well sir. I'll be good now. But I did want a little run." Then
Snap curled up at Dinah's feet and gave no more trouble.

"I 'clar t' goodness!" exclaimed the colored cook, with a laugh that
made her shake all over, "dat ar' Snap am a good foot-warmer, so he
be. I jest hopes he don't jump out no mo', so I does." And, for a time
at least, the trick dog seemed content to lie quietly in the sled.

It was not a very exciting trip for those in the sled, as they went
along through the streets of Lakeport and so out into the open
country. Then they passed through village after village, with little
occurring. The roads were good, and occasionally they met other teams.

Once they came to a narrow place between two big drifts, and as
another sled was coming toward them it was rather a race to see which
one would get to the opening first.

"You can't go through when he does, Sam," said Mr. Bobbsey, nodding
toward the other driver.

"I knows I can't, sah. But I'll get there first."

Sam called to his horses and they sprang forward. A little later they
had reached the opening between the drifts and the other sled had to
wait until the Bobbseys got out of the narrow place.

All this time Bert and the others were making their way up the lake on
the ice. After going a mile or two on the ice-boat the wind died down
so that the craft did not go very fast.

"Come on, Dorothy," called Nan, "let's skate for a ways. And if you
get too far ahead of us, please wait, Bert," she added, and her
brother promised that he and Harry would.

For a time Dorothy and Nan enjoyed the skating very much, and it was a
welcome change from sitting still on the ice-boat. Then the wind
sprang up again, and Harry and Bert got so far ahead that the two
girls thought they should never be able to skate to them.

"Oh, I wish they'd wait," said Dorothy. "I'm getting tired."

"I'll wave to them--maybe they'll see my handkerchief," said Nan.

Bert and Harry did see the girls, and, guessing what the white signal
meant, they lowered the sail of the ice-boat and waited for the two to
come up. And the girls were glad enough now to sit amid the
comfortable robes and blankets.

"Skating such a long distance is harder than I thought it would be,"
confessed Nan, with a sigh.

"Yes, the ice-boat is good enough for me," agreed Dorothy. "But when
we get to Snow Lodge we'll do some skating."

"That's what we will," said Nan.

Mile after mile was covered by the _Ice Bird_. They passed small towns
and villages on the shore of the frozen lake. Many of the places were
known to Nan and Bert, who had often visited them in the summer time,
rowing to them in their boat, or sailing to them with the older folks.

"Isn't it almost time to eat?" asked Bert after a bit. "That sun looks
as if it were noon, Nan."

"It's half-past eleven," spoke Harry, glancing at his watch. "There's
a nice little cove where we can be out of the wind, and where we can
build a fire," he went on, pointing ahead.

"That's what we'll do!" cried Bert, steering toward it. "Now you girls
will have a chance to show what sort of cooks you are."

"Humph! There's nothing to cook but chocolate!" said Nan. "Any one
could make that."

They had brought with them the chocolate all ready to heat in a pot,
and soon it was set over a fire of sticks which the boys had made on
shore, scraping away the snow from the ground. Nan and Dorothy got out
the packages of sandwiches and cake, and soon a merry little party was
seated on the ice-boat, eating the good things.

The meal was soon over and then the young people got ready to resume
their trip. Nan and Dorothy wanted to skate a bit, but Bert looking up
at the sky, said:

"I don't think it will be safe. It looks as though it were going to
storm soon, and we don't want to be caught in it. It isn't far to Snow
Lodge now, and once we are there let it snow as much as it likes. But
if it comes down before we get there we'll have hard work to keep on
in the ice-boat. Even a little snow on the ice will clog the runners."

So the skating idea was given up, and soon they were under way in the
ice-boat again. The clouds grew darker, and there were a few
scattering flakes of snow.

"I guess we're going to be in for it," said Bert. "If the wind would
only blow harder we could go faster."

As if in answer to his wish the wind started up and the boat fairly
flew over the ice. Then the storm suddenly broke and the snow was so
thick that they could not see where they were going.

"What shall we do?" cried Dorothy, who was not used to being out in
such a blow.

"Keep on--that's the only thing to do," answered Bert. "We will go as
far as we can in the boat and then we'll walk."

"Walk to Snow Lodge!" cried Nan. "We could never do it!"

"Oh, it isn't so far now," said her brother.

The snow fell so fast that soon the ice-boat went slower and slower.
Finally it stopped altogether, the runners clogged with snow. The wind
blowing on the sail nearly turned the craft over.

"Cast off those ropes!" cried Bert to Harry. "We'll have to leave her
here and walk on."

The sail was lowered, the blankets and robes were picked up to be
carried, and the four girls and boys set out over the ice.

"We must keep near the shore," said Bert, "Snow Lodge is right on the
shore of the lake, and we can't miss it."

"Oh, suppose we did, and had to stay out all night?" cried Dorothy.

"We won't worry until we have to," spoke Nan.

It snowed harder and harder, and grew quite dark. Even Bert was
worried. He and Harry walked on ahead, to keep the wind and snow as
much as possible out of the faces of the girls.

"Bert, I'm sure we're lost!" cried Nan a little later. "We can't see
where we're going! Don't go on any farther."

"We can't stay here on the ice all night," objected Bert.

"Well, it is pretty dark," said Harry. "Are there any houses around
here?"

They gazed at the fast-gathering blackness all about them. They were
beginning to be very much afraid. The wind howled, and the snow came
down harder than ever.

"There's a light!" suddenly called Dorothy.

"Where?" cried all the others eagerly.

"There," answered Dorothy, pointing toward where they had last seen
the land. "Right over in those trees."

"Then let's go toward it," suggested Bert. "Maybe they can tell us
where Snow Lodge is, and if it's too far we'll stay there all night,
if they'll let us."

The welcome light shone out through the storm and darkness. The four
young folks made their way toward it as best they could, and, as they
came nearer they could see that it was a big house in the midst of
trees. Bert rubbed his eyes. He looked again, and then he cried:

"Why, it's Snow Lodge! It's Snow Lodge! We've found it after all!
We're all right now! We're at Snow Lodge!"

"Hurray!" cried Harry.

"Oh, how glad I am!" said Nan, with her arms around Dorothy.

A door opened and the light streamed out over the snow.

"Who is there?" called Mr. Bobbsey. "Is that you, Bert?"

"Yes, father. We're here at last."

"Oh, thank goodness!" said Mrs. Bobbsey. "We were just going out to
search for you!"




CHAPTER XV

THE SNOW SLIDE


How warm and cozy it was in Snow Lodge! How bright were the lights,
and how the big fire blazed, crackled and roared up the chimney! And
what a delightful smell came from the kitchen! It could easily be told
that Dinah was out there.

"Where have you been?"

"What happened to you?"

"Was there an accident?"

"Did you get lost?"

"Did the ice-boat sink?"

It was Freddie and Flossie who asked the last two questions, and Mr.
and Mrs. Bobbsey who asked the others as Bert, Nan, Harry and Dorothy
came into the farmhouse. Oh, how good it seemed after their battle in
the darkness with the storm!

"The ice-boat couldn't go on account of the snow," explained Bert, "so
we had to leave it and walk."

"And we got lost," added Nan. "Oh, it was terrible out there on the
frozen lake!"

"Indeed it was," agreed Dorothy. "I never had such a time in all my
life."

"It was too bad," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "You children should have come in
the sled with us."

"Oh, we didn't mind it much," spoke Harry. "We had a good lunch. We
saw the light and thought it was some farmhouse. We didn't think it
was Snow Lodge. But we're glad it is," he added with a laugh.

"We got here some time ago," said Mr. Bobbsey. "The farmer had the
fires all going finely, and it was as warm as toast. We began getting
things to rights, but when it got dark, and snowed, and you children
weren't here, we all got worried."

"And we were going to look for you," added Mrs. Bobbsey. "Oh, I was so
worried I didn't know what to do!"

The evening was spent in playing a few games, and in talking and
telling stories. Everyone was too tired to stay up long, after the
day's trip, and so "early to bed" was the rule, for the first night at
least.

As Bert went up to his room with his cousin Harry he looked out of the
window. It was too dark to see much, but the boy could get a glimpse
of the snow blowing against the panes with great force.

"Poor Henry Burdock!" thought Bert. "If it wasn't for that missing
money he and his uncle might be living here at Snow Lodge. I wonder
where Henry is now? Maybe off somewhere in the woods, lost--as we
nearly were!"

The thought made him feel sad. Surely it was a terrible night to be
out in the forest, amid the storm and darkness.

"I wish I could help him," thought Bert, but he did not see how he
could. Mr. Carford was a stern old man, and he believed his nephew had
taken the money that was missing.

The storm raged all night, and part of the next day. Then it cleared
off, leaving a great coating of white in the woods, and over the
fields.

"No skating or ice-boating now," said Bert, "and not for some days.
We'll have to wait for a thaw and another freeze."

"But we can take walks in the woods; can't we?" asked Nan. "Would you
like that, Dorothy?"

"Indeed I would," was the answer.

"Can't we come?" asked Freddie. "Flossie and I have rubber boots."

"Yes, you may come for a little way," said Bert. "We won't go far.
Say, Harry, we ought to have snowshoes for this sort of thing."

"That's right," agreed his cousin. "I saw a picture of some, but I
don't believe I would know how to make them."

"I made some once, but they weren't much good," admitted Bert. "We'll
get my father to show us how some day. It would be fun to take a trip
on them over the snow."

Well wrapped up, the young folks set off through the woods, Snap
trotting along with them, barking joyously. All about Snow Lodge, back
from the lake, and on either side, were dense woods, and under the
trees the snow was not as deep as in the open fields, for the branches
kept part of it off. But it was deep enough to make walking hard.

"We can't go very far at this rate," said Nan, as she and Dorothy
struggled on through the drifts.

"Let's go to that hill, and see what sort of view there is," suggested
Harry.

"All right," agreed Bert.

"And we can stop there and eat our lunch," put in Freddie.

"Our lunch!" exclaimed Nan. "We didn't bring any lunch, dearie!"

"Flossie and I did!" cried "the little fat fireman," as his papa often
called Freddie. "We thought we'd get hungry, so we had Dinah make us
some sandwiches, and give us a piece of cake."

"I'm hungry now," said Flossie, and from under her cloak she drew out
a bundle, which she opened, showing a rather crumpled sandwich and a
piece of cake.

"I'm going to eat, too," decided Freddie, as he brought out his lunch.

"Well, I declare; you two are the greatest ever!" cried Bert. "But it
was a good idea all the same!"

"Yes, I could eat something myself," admitted Harry. "I guess this air
makes you hungry."

"We--we haven't got enough for all of us--I guess," said Freddie,
looking wistfully at his package.

"Don't worry!" answered Harry with a laugh. "I won't take any,
Freddie. I can wait until we get home."

Thereupon the two smaller twins proceeded to eat the lunch they had
brought, doing this while trudging through the snow toward the little
hill.

They reached the top, and stood for a time looking over the broad
snow-covered expanse of lake and woods. Then they started down. But it
was not easy work, especially for Flossie and Freddie, so the whole
party stopped for a rest about half way.

They were sitting under a sheltering tree, looking at some flitting
snow-birds, when from behind them came a curious sound. Bert looked
back, and leaping to his feet, cried: "It's a snow slide! A snow
slide! It's coming right toward us!"

Indeed a great drift of white snow was sliding down the side of the
hill toward the children. A great white ball seemed to have started
it, and as Harry looked up he gave a cry of surprise.

"I saw a boy up there!" he said. "He pushed that snowball on us!"




CHAPTER XVI

LOST IN THE WOODS


"Quick!" cried Bert, as he looked at the swiftly-sliding snow, "get
close to the tree--on the downward side of it, and maybe the drift
will go around us. Harry, you look after Freddie, and I'll take care
of Flossie!"

As he spoke Bert grabbed up his little sister and hurried closer to
the tree. It was a big pine, and they had been sitting under its
branches, on some big rocks, as the slide started.

"What shall we do?" cried Nan. "Can't Dorothy and I help?"

"Take care of yourselves," answered Bert. "I guess it will split at
the tree and not hurt us."

The snow slide had started at the top of the hill, whether from some
snowball a boy had made, and rolled down, or from some other cause,
Bert did not stop to consider. He was too anxious to get his little
brother and sister to safety.

The snow was rather soft, and just right for the making of big balls,
of the kind that had been put on the school steps. And, as it
continued to slide down the hill, the mass of snow got larger and
larger, until it was big enough to frighten even older persons than
the Bobbsey twins and their cousins.

Harry had reached the tree with Freddie at the same time that Bert
came to the protecting trunk with his little sister. Nan and Dorothy
also were struggling toward it.

"Form in line!" called Bert. "In a long string down the hill, and
every one stand right in line with the tree. The big trunk may split
the snow slide in two."

He and Harry took their positions nearest the trunk, with Flossie and
Freddie between them. Nan and Dorothy came next. Bert clasped the tree
trunk with both arms, and told Harry to grasp him as tightly as he
could.

"And you and Flossie hold on to Harry, Freddie," Bert directed. "Nan,
you and Dorothy hold on to the little ones. Here she comes!"

By this time the snowslide had reached the tree, and the mass was now
much larger than at first. Freddie and Flossie felt like crying, but
they were brave and did not. It was an anxious moment.

Then just what Bert had hoped would happen came to pass. The snow
slide was split in two by the tree trunk, and slid to either side,
leaving the Bobbsey twins and their cousins safe.

"Oh!" gasped Nan.

"What was that you said about seeing someone up there on top of the
hill?" asked Bert of Harry, a little later.

"I did see someone there just before the snow began to slide, and I'm
almost sure I saw him roll that ball down that started the slide,"
answered Harry.

"Is that so? Could you see his face?"

"Not very well."

"Never mind. You don't know Danny Rugg, anyhow."

"Oh, Bert! Do you think Danny could have done such a thing as that?"
asked Nan, in shocked tones.

"He might; not thinking how dangerous it would be," answered her
brother. "I'm going up there and take a look."

"What for?" asked Dorothy.

"To see if I can find any marks in the snow. If someone was up there
making a big snow ball to roll down on us there will be some marks of
it. And if it was Danny Rugg I'll have something to say to him."

"He wouldn't be there now, probably," said Harry. "But do you think it
would be safe to go up the side of the hill?"

"Yes, it would, by keeping right in the path of where the snow slide
came down," answered Bert. "There's hardly any more snow to come down,
now."

"Then I'll go with you," said Harry.

Leaving the two girls, with Flossie and Freddie, at the tree, Bert and
Harry made their way up to the top of the slope. There they saw the
signs of where, some one--a boy to judge by the marks of his shoes--
had tramped about, rolling a big snowball.

"That's what happened," decided Bert. "Danny Rugg, or some other mean
chap, started that slide toward us. And I think it must have been
Danny. He's up around here somewhere, and he's the only one who would
have a grudge against me."

Several days went by at the Lodge, and they were very busy ones. As
soon as breakfast was over the boys and girls would go for a walk, or
would coast down hill on a slope not far away from the old farmhouse.
Freddie and Flossie were not allowed to go very far away, as it was
hard traveling. But they had good times around the house, and out in
the old barn.

Bert and Harry made snowshoes out of barrel staves, fastening them to
their feet with straps. They managed to walk fairly well on the crust.

The lake was still covered with a coating of snow, and there was no
skating, nor could the ice-boat be used. Mr. Bobbsey, with Harry and
Bert, took the team of horses one afternoon and went after the _Ice
Bird_. They found it where Bert had left it the night of the storm.
and hitching the horses to it, pulled the craft to the dock in front
of Snow Lodge.

"It will be all ready for us when the snow is gone," said Bert.

The nights in Snow Lodge were filled with fun. Mr. Bobbsey had bought
a barrel of apples, and when the family gathered about the fireplace
there were put to roast in the heat of the glowing embers.

Corn was popped, and then it was eaten, with salt and butter on, or
with melted sugar poured over it. Sometimes they would make candy, and
once, when they did this, a funny thing happened.

Bert, Nan, Flossie and Freddie, with the two cousins, had been out in
the kitchen making a panful of the sweets. I must say that Dinah did
the most work, but the children always declared that they made the
candy. Anyhow, Dinah always washed up the pans and dishes afterward.

"Now we'll set it out on the back steps to cool," said Nan, "and then
we'll pull it into sticks."

The candy was soon in the condition for "pulling" and, putting butter
on their fingers, so the sweet stuff would not stick to them, the
children began their fun.

The more they pulled the candy the harder it got, and the lighter in
color, Flossie and Freddie soon tired of the work, that was hard on
their little arms, and Nan set their rolls of candy outside again to
cool, ready for eating.

All at once a great howling was heard at the back stoop, and Flossie
cried:

"Oh, someone is taking my candy!"

Bert laid the lump he was pulling down on the table, and rushed to the
kitchen door. As he looked out he laughed.

"Oh, look!" he cried. "Snap tried to eat your candy, Freddie, and it's
stuck to his jaws. He can't get his mouth open!"

This was just what had happened. Snap, playing around outside, had
smelled the cooling candy. He was fond of sweets and in a moment had
bitten on a big chunk. In an instant his jaws seemed glued together,
and he set up a howl of pain and surprise.

"Oh, my lovely candy!" cried Freddie. "You bad Snap!"

"I guess Snap is punished enough," said Mrs. Bobbsey, coming to the
kitchen to find out what the trouble was. And the poor dog was. He
would not get his jaws open for some time, so sticky was the candy,
and finally Bert had to put his pet's mouth in warm water, holding it
there until the candy softened. Then Snap could open his jaws, and get
rid of the rest of the sweet stuff in his mouth. He looked very much
surprised at what had happened.

Freddie was given more candy to pull, and this time he set the pan in
which he put it up high where no dog could get at it.

With the roasting of apples, making of popcorn and pulling of candy,
many pleasant evenings were spent. Then came a thaw, and some rain
that carried off most of the snow. A freeze followed, and the lake was
frozen over solidly.

"Now for skates and our ice-boat!" cried Bert, and the fun started as
soon as the lake was safe. The children had many good times, often
going up to the nearest village in the ice-boat.

Sometimes Bert had races with other ice-boats, and occasionally he won
even against larger craft that were bought, instead of being home-
made. But almost as often the _Ice Bird_ came in last. But Bert and
the others did not care. They were having a good time.

Bert met Danny Rugg in the woods one day, and spoke to him about the
snow slide. Danny said he had had nothing to do with it, but Bert did
not believe the bully.

Then came a spell of fine, warm weather, and as there was no snow on
the ground, Bert, Nan, Dorothy and Harry decided to take a long walk
one afternoon. Nan wanted to get some views with her new camera.

So interested did they all become that they never noticed how late it
was, nor how far they had come.

"Oh, we must turn back!" cried Nan, when she did realize that it would
soon be dark. "We're a good way from Snow Lodge."

"Oh, we can easily get back," declared Bert. "I know the path."

But though Bert might know the path they had come by daylight, it was
quite different to find it after dark. However, he led the way,
certain that he was going right. But when they had gone on for some
distance, and saw no familiar landmarks, Nan stopped and asked:

"Are you sure this is the right path, Bert? I don't remember passing
any of these rocks," and she pointed to a group of them under some
trees. 

"I don't, either," said Dorothy.

"Well, maybe this path leads into the right one," suggested Harry.
"Let's keep on a little farther."

There seemed to be nothing else to do, so forward they went. Then a
few flakes of snow began to fall, and they rapidly increased until the
air was white with them. It made the scene a little lighter, but it
caused Bert and the others to worry a good deal.

"I hope this isn't going to be much of a storm," said Bert in a low
voice to Harry.

"Why not? It would make good sleigh riding."

"Yes, but it's no fun to be in the woods when it storms; especially at
night and when you're--lost."

"Lost!" cried Harry. "Are we lost?"

"I'm afraid so," answered Bert, solemnly. "I haven't seen anything
that looked like the path we came over for a long time. I guess we're
lost, all right."

"Oh! Oh!" cried Dorothy.

"Will we have to stay out in the woods all night?" Nan wanted to know.

Bert shook his head sadly.

"I'm afraid so," he said.




CHAPTER XVII

HENRY BURDOCK


With the wind blowing about them, whirling the snowflakes into their
faces, and with night fast coming on, the four young folks stood close
together, looking at one another. Bert's solemn words had filled the
hearts of the others with fear. Then Harry, sturdy country boy that he
was, exclaimed:

"Oh, don't let's give up so easily, Bert. Many a time I've been off in
the woods, and thought I was lost, when a little later, I'd make a
turn and be on the road home. Maybe we can do that now."

"Oh, I do hope so!" murmured Dorothy.

"Let's try!" exclaimed Nan, taking hold of her brother's arm.

"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Bert as Harry and Dorothy were about to
start off. "Do you know where you're going?"

"We're going back that way," declared Harry, pointing off to the left.

"Why, that way?" asked Bert.

"I think that's the way to Snow Lodge," was the answer. "We've tried
lots of other ways, and haven't struck the right one, so it can't do
any harm to go a new way."

"Now just hold on," advised Bert. "I don't mean to say that I know
more than you about it, Harry, but it does seem to me that it won't do
any good to wander off that way, especially if you're not sure it's
the right path. We'll only get more lost than we are, if that's
possible."

"Well, maybe you're right," admitted Harry. "But we can't stay here
all night, that's sure."

"Of course not," added Dorothy, looking around with a shiver. The snow
seemed to be coming down harder than ever and the cold wind blew with
greater force.

"We may have to stay here," said Bert. "But don't let that scare you,"
he said quickly, as he saw Dorothy and his sister clutch at each other
and turn pale. "We can build a sort of shelter that will keep us warm,
and there won't be any danger of freezing."

"No, but how about starving?" asked Harry. "I'm real hungry now."

"We had a good dinner," observed Dorothy. "If we don't get anything
more to eat until morning I guess we can stand it. But I do hope we
can find some sort of shelter."

"We'll have to make one, I guess," said Nan, looking about her.

"That's right," cried Bert. "It's the only way. If we go wandering
about, looking for a shelter, we may get into trouble. We'll make one
of our own. There's a good place, over by that clump of trees. We can
cut down some branches, stand them up around the trees and make a sort
of tent. Then, when the snow has covered it, we'll be real warm."

"Well, let's start building that snow tent," proposed Harry. "It will
give us something to do, and moving about is warmer than standing
still. I know that much, anyhow."

"Yes, it is," agreed Bert. "Come on, girls. Harry and I will cut the
branches and you can stack them up."

Bert led the way to where three trees grew close together in a sort of
triangle. The trees had low branches and it would be an easy matter to
stand other branches up against them, one end on the ground, and so
make a fairly good shelter.

With their pocket-knives Bert and Harry began cutting branches from the
evergreen trees that grew all about. As fast as they were cut the
girls took them, and piled them up as best they could. All the while
the wind blew the falling snow about, and it became darker.

"Oh, if we only had some sort of a fire!" exclaimed Nan.

"A fire?" said her brother.

"That's so," agreed Dorothy. "It would not be so lonesome then, and
it--would scare away--the bears!" and she looked over her shoulder in
some fear.

"Bears!" cried Bert "There aren't any within a hundred miles, unless
they're tame ones. But we might as well have a fire. I never thought
of that. I've got a box of matches. Harry, if you'll gather wood, and
the fire, I'll keep on cutting branches. We've got almost enough,
anyhow."

"Sure, I will!" said the other boy, and soon he had scraped away the
snow from a spot on the ground, and had piled some sticks on it. He
managed to find some dry twigs and leaves in a hollow stump, and these
served to start a blaze. The wood was rather wet, and it smoked a good
deal, but soon some of the fagots had caught and there was a cheerful
fire reflecting redly on the white snow that was falling faster than
ever.

"That's something like!" cried Bert, coming over to the blaze to warm
his cold fingers. "We'll get a pile of wood and keep the fire going
all night. Then, if any of our folks come looking for us, they can see
it."

Harry, who had just come up with an armful of wood, plunged his hands
into his pockets to warm them. The next moment he uttered a joyful
cry, and drew out two small packages.

"Look!" he cried. "Here's our supper!"

"Supper?" asked Bert, slowly. "What do you mean?"

"It's chocolate candy," went on Harry. "I forgot I had it, but it's
fine stuff when you're hungry. Lots of travelers use it when they
can't get anything else to eat. Here, I'll divide it, and we'll
imagine we're having a fine feast."

He was about to do this when Bert suddenly exclaimed:

"Wait a minute! I have a better plan than that if I can only find a
tin can. Everybody look for one. There may have been picnickers here
during the summer, and they may have left a lot of tin cans."

"But what do you want of one?" asked Nan.

"I'll tell you if I find one," said her brother. "If I told you now,
and we didn't pick up one, you'd be disappointed."

But they were not to be, for a little later Harry, kicking about in
the snow, turned up a rusty tin can.

"That's it!" cried Bert. "Now we'll put some snow in it, and melt it
over the fire. That will give us water, and when it boils we'll be
sure the can is clean. Then we'll melt snow and have hot chocolate.
We'll dissolve the chocolate candy in the water, Harry, and drink it.
That will be something hot for us, and better than if we ate the cold
candy. I've got a folding drinking cup we can use."

"Say, that's a fine idea!" cried Dorothy. "Bert, you're wonderful."

"Oh, no, the idea just popped into my head," he replied.

The can, with some snow in it, was soon on the fire, and in a little
while steam arising from it told that the water, formed from the
melting snow, was boiling. They rinsed the can out carefully, made
more hot water, and then put in the chocolate candy, saving half for
another time.

Nan and Dorothy took turns stirring it with a clean stick until the
mixture was foamy and hot. Then it was passed around in the single
drinking cup.

"Oh, but I feel so much better now," sighed Nan, after taking her
share. "So warm and comfortable!"

"So do I!" exclaimed Dorothy, and the boys admitted that the drink of
chocolate was very good, even though it had no milk in it.

Then they finished making the shelter, brought up more wood for the
night, and went in the little snow-tent. Though it was only partly
covered with a coating of white flakes, it was already warm and cozy,
and they knew that they were in no danger of freezing.

As much of the snow as possible was scraped away from the ground
inside, and thick hemlock branches were laid down for a sort of
carpet. Then, with the cheerful fire going outside, the four young
people prepared to spend the night. That it would be lonesome they
well knew, but they hoped Mr. Bobbsey would come and find them,
perhaps with a searching party.

The warm chocolate, the warmth of the fire, the effect of the wind,
weariness of the long walk, and the work of making a shelter, all
combined to make the boys and girls sleepy in spite of their strange
situation. First one and then the other would nod off, to awake with a
start, until finally they were all asleep.

How long he had been slumbering thus, in little snow-tent, Bert did
not know. He suddenly awoke with a start, and listened. Yes, he heard
something! The sound of someone tramping through the woods. A heavy
body forcing its way through the bushes!

At first Bert's heart beat rapidly, and he thought of wild animals.
Then he realized that none was near Snow Lodge. He glanced about. The
campfire was burning only dimly, and by the light of it, as it came in
through the opening of the shelter, the boy could see the others
sleeping, curled up on the soft branches.

The sound of someone approaching sounded louder. Bert looked about for
some sort of weapon. There was none in the tent. Then he almost
laughed at himself.

"How silly!" he exclaimed, "Of Course it's father, or someone looking
for us. I'll give a call."

He crawled to the edge of the shelter, looked out, and raised his
voice in a shout:

"Hello there! Here we are! Father, is that you?"

Those inside the little snow-covered tent awoke with a start. Bert
tossed some light wood on the fire and it blazed up brightly. By its
glow the boy saw, coming into the circle of light, a man dressed in
thick, heavy garments, with a coonskin cap on his head. Over his
shoulder was a gun, and he had some rabbits and birds slung at his
back.

"Hello!" called the man to Bert, who was now outside the little tent.
"Who are you?"

"Bert Bobbsey," was the answer. "My sister and cousins are here. We
got lost and made this shelter. Were you looking for us?"

"Well, not exactly," said the hunter slowly, as he leaned on his gun,
and looked at the fire, then at Bert and next on Nan, Dorothy and
Harry, who by this time had come from the tent. "Not exactly, but
maybe it's a good thing I found you. The storm is growing worse. What
did you say your name was?"

"Bert Bobbsey."

The hunter started.

"Any relation to Mr. Richard Bobbsey?" he asked.

"He's my father."

"You don't say so! Well, I'm glad to hear that. It will give me a
chance to do him a good turn. I'm Henry Burdock," the hunter went on.

It was the turn of Bert and Nan to be surprised.

"Henry Burdock!" repeated Bert. "Are you the nephew of Mr. Carford?"

"Yes," was the low reply. "Do you know him?"

"Why, we're stopping at his place--Snow Lodge," said Bert. "We got
lost coming from there to take some pictures. Oh, Mr. Burdock, can you
take us back there?" 

"Snow Lodge--Snow Lodge," said the hunter slowly. His voice was sad,
as though the place had bitter memories for him.




CHAPTER XVIII

SNOWBALLS


"Are we very far from Snow Lodge?" asked Nan, after a pause. "We
didn't think we would have any trouble getting back to it."

"You're about three miles away, and the path is hard to find in the
darkness and storm," said the young hunter slowly. "Let me think what
is best to do."

He remained leaning on his gun, staring into the fire, which was now
burning brightly. Then he spoke again.

"You youngsters certainly have made this a fine shelter. I couldn't
have done it much better myself. It's just the thing to keep out the
cold wind."

"We thought we'd have to stay here all night," said Bert. "We made
some hot chocolate. We've got a little left. Will you take some?"

"No, thank you," replied Henry Burdock. "I generally carry a little to
eat with me, and I just finished my night lunch. I had some cold
coffee that I warmed up, too. I'm sorry, but if I had known I was
going to meet you folks I'd have saved some."

"Oh, we're all right," declared Harry. "We can finish our chocolate,
and then perhaps you can show us the way back to Snow Lodge."

"Yes," spoke Henry Burdock, slowly, "I could do that. I know the way
well enough. But it's a hard path to travel in the storm, and after
dark. I don't believe you girls could manage it," and he looked at Nan
and Dorothy.

"Oh, yes, we could!" Nan exclaimed. "We've had a good rest, and papa
and mamma will be so anxious about us!"

"I'd like first rate to take you all home," said the hunter, "but I
think I have a better plan. My shack isn't far from here. I could take
you all there, and you could stay until morning. Then I could go to
Snow Lodge and tell them you were all right. When it was daylight they
could come for you in the sled."

"Maybe that would be best," agreed Bert.

"But won't it be too much of a trip for you?" asked Nan.

"No, I'm used to roaming about the woods," said Mr. Carford's nephew,
with a sad smile. "A few miles more or less won't make any difference,
and I know every inch of this forest. I've had to," he added. "It's
the only home I have now."

"Yes, we--we heard about you," said Nan quickly, and there was
kindness in her voice. "It's too bad your uncle acted as he did, and
sent you away."

"Well, he thought he was doing right," said Henry. "I don't know as I
blame him. Your father, though, he stuck to me, and I'm glad I can do
his children a favor."

"Indeed, it seems too much to ask," spoke Dorothy, for Nan had
whispered to her and Harry the details of the story of the missing
money which Henry Burdock was suspected of taking.

"I don't mind," said the hunter. "I didn't do much walking to-day.
Game was not very plentiful, though I got some. Now I'll lead you to
my shack. It's small, but it's warm, and you can be comfortable there
until daylight. I was walking through the woods, when I saw the
flicker of your fire, and came up to see what it was."

"And I couldn't imagine what it was I heard when I woke up," said
Bert. "I was a bit frightened at first," he admitted, with a smile.

"I don't blame you," said Henry. "And, since we are talking about Snow
Lodge, I want to say that I never took that money. It was on the
mantel in the living room, just as my uncle says it was, for I saw it.
I don't deny but what I would have been glad to have it, for I had
been foolish, and I owed more than I could pay. But I never took that
roll of bills."

"Have you any idea who did?" asked Bert.

"Not in the least. And as I was the only one in the house, besides my
uncle, of course it made it look as if I had taken it, especially as
the money totally disappeared. But I never laid a hand on it."

"It is too bad," said Bert. "Maybe some day the bills will be found
and you will be cleared."

"I hope so," sighed Henry. "But it's been some years now, and my uncle
has considered me a thief all that while. I've gotten so I don't much
care any more. Living in the woods makes you sort of that way. You do
a lot of thinking.

"But there!" exclaimed the young hunter, straightening up. "This isn't
doing you children any good. I'd better be taking you to my place
instead of staying here. Have you anything to carry?"

"My camera--that's all," said Nan. "I'll get it," and she darted into
the shelter after it. Then, when the fire had been extinguished so
there would be no danger of it spreading, the young folks set off
after Henry Burdock, who led the way. He seemed to know it, even in
the darkness, but of course the white snow on the ground made the path
rather easy to pick out.

In a short time they came to a log cabin, which was the "shack" the
hunter had mentioned. It was the work of but a few minutes to open it,
and blow into flames the fire that was smouldering on the hearth. A
lamp had been lighted and the place was warm and cozy enough for
anyone.

"Oh, this is fine!" cried Nan. "If the folks knew we were here we
would be all right, and not worry."

"They'll soon know it," said Mr. Burdock. "I'm going to set off at
once for Snow Lodge. Will you be afraid to stay here?"

"Not a bit of it!" exclaimed Bert, and the others agreed with him.

Leaving the game he had shot, Henry Burdock started off again through
the storm-swept woods, while Bert and the others made themselves at
home in the cabin. Mr. Burdock had showed them where he kept his food,
and the boys and girls enjoyed a midnight lunch, for it was now after
twelve o'clock.

It was about three in the morning when the hunter came back, to find
his young friends asleep. He let himself in quietly, and not until
daylight, when they awoke, did he tell them of his trip.

He had reached Snow Lodge safely, there to find Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey
almost distracted over the absence of the children. Mr. Bobbsey and
Sam had searched as well as they could, and they were just going off
to arouse some nearby farmers and make a more thorough hunt when Mr.
Burdock came in.

That his news was welcome need not be said, and Mrs. Bobbsey wept for
joy when she knew that her children and the others were safe. They
wanted the young hunter to remain until daylight, and go back with
them in the sled, but he said he would rather go on to his cabin now.
Perhaps he did not feel that he should remain in Snow Lodge, from
where his uncle had driven him in anger years before.

Mr. Burdock gave Mr. Bobbsey directions how to find the cabin, and, as
soon as the first streak of daylight showed, the lumber merchant and
Sam set off in the big sled. Flossie and Freddie were not awake, or
they might have been taken along.

And a little later Bert, Nan, Dorothy and Harry were safe in Snow
Lodge once more.

For some days after this the weather was stormy, so that the young
folks could not go far from Snow Lodge. But they managed to have good
times indoors, or out in the big barn.

Then came another thaw, and a freeze followed some days later, making
good skating. One afternoon Bert proposed to Harry that they go for a
trip on the ice-boat.

"But not too far," cautioned his father. "We don't want you to get
lost again."

"No, we'll only go a mile or so," said Bert. "Want to come, Nan and
Dorothy?"

The girls did, and so, also, did Flossie and Freddie, but their mother
would not allow this. So Freddie got out his engine and played
fireman, while his little sister put her walking and talking doll
through her performance. Snap, the trick dog, with many barks, raced
off with Bert and the older children.

The _Ice Bird_ sailed well that day, skimming over the frozen lake at
a fast pace, and the children greatly enjoyed the sport. Snap sat on
with the others, looking as though he liked it as well as anyone.

They sailed up the lake for some distance and then got out to look for
a cave which Bert had heard was a short distance from shore. They did
not find it at once, but while they were climbing up a little hill,
thinking the cave might be somewhere near it, Harry was suddenly
startled to receive a snowball on his ear.

"Ouch!" he cried. "Who threw that?"

They all stopped and looked around. No one was in sight.

"Maybe it fell off a tree," suggested Nan.

"It came too hard for that," declared Harry. "It was thrown."

They looked about again, but, seeing no one, went on. Then, suddenly
there came another ball, and Dorothy cried:

"There, that came out of a tree, for I saw it. Right over there," and
she pointed.

"Then if it came out of a tree someone is up the tree!" declared Bert,
"and I'm going to see who it is."

As he rushed forward a snowball struck him full in the face.




CHAPTER XIX

SNAP IS GONE


Dorothy screamed, and turned back toward Nan when she saw Bert struck
with the snowball. But plucky Nan kept on.

"That must be Danny Rugg!" cried Bert's sister. "No one else around
here would be as mean as that!"

Bert stopped a moment to brush the snow from his eyes, and then he
rushed toward the tree.

"Who is it?" cried Harry.

"I don't know--but I'm going to find out," was Bert's answer. "Come
along!"

The two boys hurried on, the girls lingering in the rear.

Again a snowball flew out of the tree, but it struck no one, though
coming near to Nan.

By this time Bert was close to the tree. It was a hemlock, and the
branches were quite thick, but Bert got a glimpse of someone hiding
among them.

"Come down out of that!" Bert cried. "I see you!"

There was no answer.

"What do you mean by hitting us?" asked Harry angrily. "We didn't do
anything to you."

Still there was no answer.

"I'm going to do some snowballing on my own account," spoke Bert.
"Here goes!"

He quickly made a hard ball, and, circling around the tree to find an
opening in the branches, he saw the figure of the boy more plainly.

"Danny Rugg!" cried Bert. "So it's you; is it? First you start a
snowslide down on us and then you snowball us. This has got to stop.
Take that!"

Bert threw, but though his aim was good, Danny, for it was the bully,
managed to climb up higher in the tree, and the snowball broke into
pieces against the branches.

"Ha! Ha!" laughed Danny.

"Oh, there's plenty more snow," said Harry, "and you can't have an
awful lot up there."

His answer was another snowball, which struck him on the shoulder,
doing no harm. Danny must have taken some snow-ammunition up the tree
with him, and, in addition, there was a supply of the white flakes on
the wide branches of the hemlock.

Bert and Harry both began throwing snowballs up into the tree, but
they were at a disadvantage, for their missiles broke to pieces
against the trunk or branches. On the other hand Danny could wait his
chance and hit them when they came within sight.

"This won't do!" exclaimed Bert, after a bit. "We've got to get him
out of that tree."

"How can we?" asked Harry. "Climb up it, and pull him down?"

"Oh, don't do that!" cried Nan. "You might get hurt."

"Yes, that would be risky," admitted Bert. "One of us might slip and
fall. Hey you, Danny Rugg!" cried Bert. "Come on down, and we'll give
you a fair show. Only one of us will tackle you at a time."

"Huh! Think I'm coming down?" asked Danny. "I'm not afraid of you, but
I'm going to stay up here."

"Oh, are you?" asked Bert, as he thought of a new plan. "We'll see
about that. Come here, Harry."

From the tree Danny looked down anxiously while Harry and Bert
whispered together. The girls had walked off to one side.

"How are you going to get him down?" asked Harry.

"Cut the tree," answered Bert. "It's only a small one."

"But we can't even cut that down with our knives."

"I know. But on the ice-boat is that hatchet father gave me to take to
be sharpened. I forgot about it on the way up the lake, and I was
going to do it on the way back. There's a blacksmith shop in the big
cove. But the hatchet is sharp enough to chop down this tree. We'll
get it and give Danny a good scare."

"That's what we will. You stay here and I'll run down and get it."

Harry started off on a run, and Danny, still up the tree, wondered
what plan was afoot. The bully had been out for a walk when he saw
Bert and the others coming up the hill. He quickly climbed the tree in
order to throw snowballs at them.

When Harry came back with the hatchet Bert once more called to Danny.

"Are you coming down and fight fair? I give you my promise that only
one of us will tackle you at a time. You can have your choice."

"I'm not coming down!" cried Danny.

"Chop away, Harry!" called Bert. "I guess I can pepper him with a few
snowballs if he tries to throw any at you."

The tree trunk was not very thick, and the hatchet was fairly sharp.
In a little while the tree began swaying.

"I say now, stop that!" cried Danny, trying to get a better hold in
the branches.

"Better come down before you fall," suggested Bert, who had a pile of
snowballs ready.

The tree swayed more and more. Bert and Harry knew that even if Danny
fell with it he could not get hurt in the soft drifts. So Harry kept
on chopping.

The tree swayed more and more. There was a cracking sound. Then Danny
cried:

"Don't chop any more--I'm coming down!"

"Get ready, Harry!" called Bert. "We'll give him some of the same kind
of a thing he gave us!"

In another instant Danny jumped, and as the swaying tree sprang back,
when relieved of his weight, Bert and Harry leaped forward to pelt the
bully with snowballs.

Danny tried to fight back, but he was no match for the two of them,
and soon he began to look like a snow image, so well was he plastered
with white flakes.

"Give it to him!" cried Bert, whose face still stung where Danny had
struck him with a snowball.

"That's what I will," agreed Harry, whose ear was quite sore.

For a time Danny said nothing, but tried to block off the rain of
snowballs, throwing some of his own back. Then, as he was almost
overwhelmed by the ones Harry and Bert threw, the bully cried:

"Stop! Stop! I've had enough! I won't bother you any more!"

Danny was soon out of sight, running off in the direction of his
father's lumber tract, and soon Bert and the others went back to the
ice-boat.

They stopped at the blacksmith shop to have the hatchet sharpened,
and reached home after a little sail on the _Ice Bird_.

"Did anything happen this time?" asked Freddie, as he greeted them on
the return to Snow Lodge.

"Not much," replied Bert. "We just had a snow fight; that's all."

The skating and ice-boating lasted for some time, and the girls and
boys had lots of fun. Nights were spent in popping corn, telling
stories, roasting apples, and once, in the big sled, they all went to
an entertainment in a nearby school hall.

It was on returning from this, in the evening, that Dinah met them at
the door, asking:

"Did yo' all take dat dog Snap wif yo?"

"Take Snap? No," said Mr. Bobbsey.

"Isn't he here?"

The children began to look alarmed.

"He was here," said Dinah, "but I can't find him now, nohow. He suah
am missin'."




CHAPTER XX

THE BIG STORM


For a moment they all looked at one another by turns. Flossie and
Freddie showed the most alarm. Bert started for the outside door, as
though intending to make a search for his pet. Mr. Bobbsey questioned
Dinah.

"Are you sure," he asked, "that Snap isn't around?"

"I suah am suah," she replied. "I done called him to git suffin to
eat, an' when Snap won't come fo' dat he ain't around."

"That's so," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "I wonder if he could have followed
after us, and got lost? Did any of you see him trailing us?"

"He did come a little way, when we started," came from Dorothy.

"Yes, but Dinah called him back; didn't you?" asked Nan of the cook.

"Yes, missis, dat's what I did. An' Snap come. Den, t' make suah he
wouldn't sneak off an' foller yo'-all, I shut him up in de kitchen an'
gibe him a chicken bone. Arter a while I let him out. He run around,
kinder disappointed like, an' come back. Den I didn't look fo' him
until a little while ago, but he was gone, an' I thought maybe, arter
all, he'd come wif yo'."

"No, he didn't," said Mr. Bobbsey, with a shake of his head. "But
we'll have a look around."

With Bert and Harry he went outside. But neither calling nor whistling
brought any bark from Snap. Nor did he come bounding joyfully up, as
he usually did when summoned. The darkness about Snow Lodge was quiet.
There was no sign of Snap.

"He's gone off in the woods and is lost," said Harry.

"Snap knows better than to get lost," declared Bert. "He could find
his way home from almost anywhere. I think he must have followed
someone away."

"Would he do that?" asked Harry.

"He might with someone he knew, if that person petted him," said Mr.
Bobbsey.

"That hunter--Henry Burdock!" suddenly exclaimed Bert. "Snap made
great friends with him when we met him out in the woods the other day,
and Henry said he'd make a fine hunting dog."

"I don't believe Henry Burdock would entice our dog away," said Mr.
Bobbsey, with a shake of his head.

"Oh, of course I didn't mean on purpose," said Bert. "But Snap may
have been running about in the woods at dusk when he met Henry. Then
he may have followed him, for Snap is part hunting dog, and he gets
crazy when he sees a gun. Maybe he followed Henry, and wouldn't be
driven back through the snow."

"Maybe that's so," agreed Mr. Bobbsey. "In that case Snap will be all
right, and we can get him in the morning. So don't worry any more."

They went back in the Lodge, to find Freddie and Flossie almost in
tears. But the little twins felt better when it was explained to them
that Snap might, after all, be safe with the young hunter.

"And will you get him first thing in the morning?" asked Freddie.

The following day was so nice that Flossie and Freddie were allowed to
go with Bert, Nan, Harry and Dorothy to the cabin of Henry Burdock to
look for Snap. The small twins were put on two sleds, the older
children taking turns pulling them.

They easily found Henry's cabin, having been there several times since
the night they spent in it. The hunter was just about to start off on
a trip.

"Where's Snap?" called Bert, eagerly.

"Snap? I haven't seen him since that day I met you with him in the
woods," answered the hunter.

"What! Isn't he here?" asked Harry.

Then they told of the missing dog. But Henry Burdock had not seen him.

"Where can he be?" spoke Nan, wonderingly.

Flossie and Freddie began to cry.

"Oh, a bear has Snap!" wailed Flossie.

"No, he hasn't!" declared Bert. "We'll find him."

"But where can he be?" said Dorothy. "Is there anyone else around here
who might take him?"

Bert and Nan thought of the same thing at the same time.

"Danny Rugg!" they exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" asked Henry Burdock.

"He's a mean boy who is camping with his father near us," explained
Bert. "Harry and I pelted him good with snowballs the other day, after
he bothered us. I think he has enticed Snap away."

"Would your dog go with him?"

"Yes, he's friendly with Danny, for sometimes Danny is fairly good,
and comes to our house. If he offered Snap a nice bone our dog might
go with him."

"Then I advise you to have a look over where Danny is camping," said
the young hunter.

It was quite a trip back to Snow Lodge and then over to the Rugg
lumber camp, and Mrs. Bobbsey thought it too far to take Flossie and
Freddie, so they were left behind on the second trip, Nan and Dorothy
going with Bert and Harry.

They saw Danny Rugg standing in front of a log cabin which was on the
edge of a lumber camp. The bully seemed uneasy at the sight of Harry
and Bert, and called out:

"If you're coming here to make any trouble I'll tell my father on you.
He's right over there."

"We're not going to make any trouble, Danny Rugg, if you don't," said
Bert slowly, "But we came for Snap, our dog."

"I don't know anything about your dog," answered Danny, in surly
tones.

"I think you do," said Bert, quietly. Then raising his voice, he
called:

"Snap! Snap! Where are you, old fellow? Snap!"

There was a moment of silence, and then, from a small cabin some
distance away, came loud barks.

"There's Snap! That's our dog!" cried Nan, joyfully, and at the sound
of her voice the barking grew louder. There could also be heard the
rattling of a chain.

"You've got him tied, Danny Rugg!" cried Bert, angrily. "Let him go at
once or I'll hit you!"

"Don't you dare touch me!" cried the bully. "And you get off our
land!"

"Not until I get my dog," said Bert, firmly.

He started for the cabin where the dog was, but Danny stepped in front
of him. Bert shoved Danny to one side, and just then Mr. Rugg came up.

"Here! What does this mean?" he asked. "Bert Bobbsey, you here?"

"Yes, sir. I came after my dog. Danny has him tied up!"

"Danny, is this so?" asked Mr. Rugg, who knew some of his son's mean
ways, and had tried in vain to break him of them. "Have you Bert's
dog?"

"Well, maybe it is his dog. It was dark when he followed me home last
night, and I tied him in that shack."

"I guess he wouldn't have followed you if you hadn't coaxed him," said
Bert.

"Well, I couldn't drive him back," went on Danny, but the Bobbseys
believed that he had deliberately coaxed Snap off to make trouble.

"Let the dog out at once," said Mr. Rugg to his son, and Danny had to
do so, though he was angry and sullen over it.

How Snap leaped about his master and mistress and their cousins! How
delightedly he barked! And his tail wagged to and fro so fast that it
looked like two tails, as Freddie said afterward.

"Poor Snap!" said Bert, as he patted his pet "And so you were tied up
all night? It was a mean trick!" and his eyes flashed at Danny, who
looked on sneeringly.

"I am sorry for this, Bert," said Mr. Rugg. "If I had known Danny
enticed away your dog I would have made him bring it back. Now I am
going to punish him. You go back home to-day, Danny. You can't stay in
the lumber camp any longer."

Danny felt badly, of course, but it served him right.

The Bobbseys and their cousins lost no time for getting back to Snow
Lodge with Snap, who was hugged so much by Flossie and Freddie that
Dinah said:

"Good land a' massy! Dat dog must be mos' starved, an' yo'-all is
lubbin him so dat he ain't time to eat a sandwich. Let him hab some
breakfast, an' den hug him!"

"Oh, but we like him so!" cried Flossie.

So Snap was restored, and Danny was sent home out of the woods, so
there was no more trouble from him.

In the days that followed, the Bobbsey twins at Snow Lodge had many
more good times. They made snow forts, and had snow-battles, they made
big snow men and threw snowballs at them, and went on sleigh rides, or
skated and ice-boated and played around generally, to their hearts'
content.

Occasionally the two older boys went on long tramps with Henry Burdock
as he visited his traps. They invited him to come to Snow Lodge, but
he said:

"No, I'm never coming there until I can prove to my uncle that I never
touched his money. Then I'll come."

One day, when Bert and Harry had been in the woods with the young
hunter, he said to them:

"Don't go far away from Snow Lodge to-morrow, boys."

"Why not?" asked Bert.

"Because I think we're in for a big storm, and you might easily get
lost again. Unless I'm mistaken, it's going to snow hard before
morning."

Henry Burdock proved a true weather prophet, for when the Bobbseys and
the other got up the next morning the ground was covered with a mantle
of newly-fallen snow, and more was sifting down from the clouds. The
wind, too, was blowing fiercely.

"It's going to be a bad storm," said Mr. Bobbsey, looking out after
breakfast. "Luckily we have plenty of wood and plenty to eat."

The wind howled around Snow Lodge while the white flakes came down
thicker and faster.

"Maybe we'll be snowed in," said Nan.

"That would be fun!" cried Bert.




CHAPTER XXI

THE FALLING TREE


How the wind did blow! How the snow swirled and drifted about the old
farmhouse! But within it all were warm and comfortable. The fire on
the open hearth was kept roaring up the chimney, Sam piling on log
after log. In the cozy kitchen Dinah kept at her work over the range,
singing old plantation melodies.

The blowing wind and the drifting snow kept up all day. Flossie and
Freddie begged to be allowed to go out for a little while, but their
mother would not think of it. Bert and Harry tried to go a little way
beyond the barn but were driven back by the cold, wintry blasts.
Dorothy and Nan managed to have a good time in the attic of the old
house, dressing up in some clothes of a by-gone age, which they found
in some trunks.

"My! I hope the chimneys don't blow off!" 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.

Harder blew the wind, and fiercer fell the snow. The path Mr. Bobbsey
had shoveled was soon filled up again. Out at the back door was a
drift that covered the rear stoop.

"If this keeps up we will be snowed in," said Mr. Bobbsey to his wife,
as they prepared to lock up for the night.

They were gathered around the big open fire, popping corn and roasting
apples, when a louder blast of wind than ever shook the house.

"Oh, what a night!" said Mrs. Bobbsey, with a shudder. "I wish we were
in our home again!"

Hardly had she spoken than there came a fearful crash, and the whole
house trembled. At the same time a blast of cold wind swept through
it, scattering the fire on the hearth.

"Oh, what was that?" cried Mrs. Bobbsey.

"That old apple tree, at the corner of the house," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"The storm has blown it over, and it has smashed a corner of the
Lodge. Don't be afraid. We'll be all right," and he ran to close the
door, to keep out the cold wind.




CHAPTER XXII

THE MISSING MONEY


"What happened?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, when her husband had come back
after going out to take a look around. "Is the house safe?"

"As safe as ever," he answered. "Just as I told you, the old apple
tree blew over, and smashed the corner of the house near this living
room. That's why we felt the crash so. But there is no great harm
done. We can keep this door closed and not use that other part of the
house at all. We have room enough without it. The wind and storm can't
get at us here."

"I suah 'nuff thought de house was comin' down," said Dinah, who had
run in from the kitchen at the sound of the crash.

"It was a hard blow," said Bert "Look, all the ashes are scattered,"
and he pointed to where the wind had blown them about the hearth.

Dinah soon swept them up, however, and more wood was put on the fire,
and the Bobbseys were as comfortable as before. The part of the house
which had been smashed by the tree was closed off from the rest.

Soon it was time to go to bed, but all night long the storm raged,
making Snow Lodge tremble in the blast. Everyone was up early in the
morning to see by daylight what damage had been done.

The sun rose clear, for the storm had passed. But oh? what a lot of
snow there was! In big drifts it was scattered all over the place, and
one side door was snowed in completely; and could not be opened. Sam
had to shovel a lot of snow away from the kitchen steps before Dinah
could go out.

"Let's go see where the tree fell," suggested Bert to Harry, when they
were dressed, Nan and Dorothy joined them. They went to the corner of
the house and there saw a strange sight. The old apple tree lay partly
in the room into which it had crashed through the side of the house.
And much snow had blown in also.

This room, however, was little used, except for storage, and there was
nothing in it to be damaged save some old furniture. Bert and Harry
made their way into the apartment, and the girls followed.

They were looking about at the odd sight, when something in a corner
of the room, along the wall that was next to the living room, where
the Bobbseys had spent the evening, caught Bert's eyes. He went toward
it. He picked up a roll of what seemed to be green paper. It had been
in a crack of the wall that had been made wider by the falling tree.

"Oh, look?" he cried. "What is this? Why, it's money!"

"A roll of bills!" added Harry, looking over his cousin's shoulder.

Slowly Bert unrolled them. There seemed to be considerable money
there. One bill was for a hundred dollars.

"Where did it come from?" asked Nan.

"From a crack in the wall," spoke her brother. "It must have slipped
down, and the falling tree made the crack wider, so I could see it."

"I wonder who could have put it there?" said Dorothy.

Bert and Nan looked at each other. The same thought came into their
minds.

"The missing money!" cried Bert, "The roll of bills that Mr. Carford
thought his nephew took! Can this be it?"

"Oh, if it only is!" murmured Nan. "Let's tell papa right away!"

Carrying the money so strangely found, the young folks went into the
house where Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey were. The roll of bills was shown,
and Mr. Bobbsey was much surprised.

"Do you think this can be the money Mr. Carford lost?" asked Bert.

"I shouldn't be surprised," said Mr. Bobbsey, quickly. "I'll take a
look. Mr. Carford said he left it on the mantel in the living room,
and you found it in the room back of that. I'll look."

Quickly he examined the mantel. Then he said:

"Yes, that's how it happened. There is a crack up here, and the money
must have slipped down into it. All these years it has been in between
the walls, until the falling tree made a break and showed where it
was. Mr. Carford was mistaken. His nephew did not take the money. I
always said so. It fell into the crack, and remained hidden until the
storm showed where it was."

"Oh, how glad I am!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "Now Henry's name can be
cleared! Oh, if he were only here to know the good news!"

There seemed to be no doubt of it. Years before Mr. Carford had placed
the money on the shelf of the living room. He probably did not know of
the crack into which it slipped. The roll of bills had gone down
between the walls, and only the breaking of them when the tree fell on
the house brought the money to light.

"It is a strange thing," said Mr. Bobbsey. "The missing money is found
after all these years, and in such a queer way! We must tell Henry as
soon as possible, and Mr. Carford also."

Suddenly there came a knock on the door. Bert went to it and gave a
cry of surprise. There stood the young hunter--Henry Burdock.

"I came over to see if you were all right," he said. "We have had a
fearful storm. Part of my cabin was blown away, and I wondered how you
fared at Snow Lodge. Are you all right?"

"Yes, Henry, we are," said Mr. Bobbsey, "And the storm was a good
thing for you."

"I don't see how. My cabin is spoiled. I'll have to build it over
again."

"You won't have to, Henry. You can come to live at Snow Lodge now."

"Never. Not until my name is cleared. I will never come to Snow Lodge
until the missing money is found, and my uncle says I did not take
it."

"Then you can come now, Henry," cried Mr. Bobbsey, holding out the
roll of bills. "For the money is found and we can clear your name!"

"Is it possible!" exclaimed the young hunter, in great and joyful
surprise. "Oh, how I have prayed for this! The money found! Where was
it? How did you find it?"

Then the story was told, the children having their share in it.

"I can't tell you how thankful I am," said the young hunter. "This
means a lot to me. Now my uncle will know I am not a thief. I must go
and tell him at once."

"No, I'll go," said Mr. Bobbsey. "I want to prove to him that I was
right, after all, in saying you were innocent. You stay here until I
bring him."

Mr. Bobbsey went off in the big sled with Sam to drive the horses. It
was a hard trip, on account of the drifts, but finally Newton was
reached and Mr. Carford found. At first he could hardly believe that
the money was found, but when he saw and counted it, finding it
exactly the same as when he had put it on the shelf years before, he
knew that he had done wrong in accusing Henry.

"And I'll tell him so, too," he said. "I'll beg his pardon, and he and
I will live together again. Oh, how happy I am! Now I can go to Snow
Lodge with a light heart."

Uncle and nephew met, and clasped hands while tears stood in their
eyes. After years of suffering they were friends again. It was a
happy, loving time for all.

"And I'll never be so hasty again," said Mr. Carford. "Oh, what a
happy day this is, after the big storm! We must have a big
celebration. I know what I'll do. I'll get up a party, and invite all
the people in this part of the country. They all know that I accused
Henry of taking that money. Now they must know that he did not. I will
admit my mistake."

And that is what Mr. Carford did. He sent out many invitations to an
old-fashioned party at Snow Lodge. The place where the tree had
crashed through, to show the missing money, was boarded up, and the
house made cozy again.

Then came the party, and the Bobbseys were the guests of honor--
particularly the twins and their cousins, for it was due to them, in a
great measure, that the money had been found.

Mr. Carford stood up before everyone and admitted how wrong he had
been in saying his nephew had taken the money.

"But all our troubles are ended now," he said, "and Henry and I will
live in Snow Lodge together. And we will always be glad to see you
here--all of you--and most especially--the Bobbseys."

"Three cheers for the Bobbsey twins!" someone called.

The children were pleased at this praise. They did not know that soon
they would be helping some other people. You may read about this in
"The Bobbsey Twins on a Houseboat."

Then followed a fine feast--a happy time for all, while Henry and his
uncle received the good wishes of their friends and neighbors.

Snap raced about, barking and wagging his tail. Bert, Nan, Dorothy,
Harry and Freddie and Flossie were here, there, everywhere, telling
how the tree had blown down, and how they had found the money.

"Dear old Snow Lodge!" said Nan, when the party was over, and the
guests gone. "We will have to leave it soon!"

"But perhaps we can come back some time," said Nan.

"I'd like to," agreed Bert. "Next winter I am going to build a bigger
ice-boat, and sail all over the lake."

"And we'll make regular snowshoes, and go hunting in the woods," said
Harry.

"But it will be summer before it is winter again," said Freddie. "I'm
going to have a motor boat and ride in it. And I'll take my fire
engine along, and pump water."

"Can I come, with my doll?" asked Flossie.

"Yes, you may all come!" exclaimed Mamma Bobbsey, as she hugged the
two little twins.

"And don't forget," said Mr. Carford, "that Snow Lodge is open in the
summer as well as in the winter. I expect you Bobbsey twins to visit
me once in a while. I never can thank you enough for finding that
missing money."

"Neither can I," said Henry.

And now that the story is all told, we will say good-bye to the
Bobbsey twins and their friends.

THE END




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