"Oh, maybe daddy and mother will be here for Christmas!" cried Ted and Janet.
"And maybe my father and mother will come," added Lola, though she did not have much hope of this.
"If I could get a letter that my mother was all well again, that would be the best Christmas present I could have," sighed Mary.
"Maybe you will get such a letter," said Uncle Toby.
Perhaps he knew what was going to happen.
Aunt Sallie said she would not make the trip to the village in the automobile, as she had work to do at the bungalow. So Uncle Toby, the Curlytops and their playmates—alas, not with Skyrocket this time—started off. The snow seemed to be coming down thicker and faster, but this only made the children more joyful, for they loved snow at Christmas, as what youngster does not?
The post-office was reached, and Uncle Toby went in for the mail. He came out with both hands full. There was a letter for Mary and Harry, one for Ted and Janet and one for Tom and Lola, and then there were separate letters for each boy and girl from some of the friends they had left behind. There was even a postal for Trouble.
"Oh, such good news!" cried Ted, when he and Janet had read their letter. "Daddy and Mother are coming here to spend Christmas with us!"
"Did your father say anything about the money he was afraid of losing?" asked Uncle Toby.
"No," answered Ted. "But I hope he doesn't lose it."