Lois jumped out of bed and in a minute was calling Xmas greetings all the way to Albany.
After breakfast Mr. Whittington arrived, and he and Uncle Roddy whispered mysteriously. Finally Mr. Whittington said:
“Get your things on, girls; we’re going for a ride.”
“A ride?” exclaimed Polly. “Why, the ground’s covered with snow.”
“Doesn’t make any difference; we’re going for a ride,” he told her and not another word could they get out of him.
They rode in the car as far as Fort Lee Ferry and then Uncle Roddy ordered them out, and they crossed the ice-choked Hudson on the ferry-boat.
“Please tell us where we are going,” pleaded Polly.
“I am simply dying to know; it’s all so mysterious,” added Lois.
But “wait and see” was all the satisfaction they could get from Mr. Whittington and Uncle Roddy,
and they had to wait until they reached Fort Lee, where a big double-seated sleigh was waiting for them.