“All right, it would be a good idea,” said Mr. Bobbsey. “And we must make another search for Bert and Nan.”
“I have a sort of feeling that they’re safe,” said Mr. Case. “And, really, it wouldn’t be wise for you to start out in this storm to look for them. I think it may moderate a little by to-morrow.”
“Let us hope so!” sighed Mrs. Bobbsey.
“Can’t Old Jim come over and play with us?” asked Flossie.
“We want to have some fun,” added Freddie.
The two smaller twins had been as good as possible, but they were not used to being cooped up in the house, and there really was not much to do in the cabin. No toys had been brought along, for Mr. Bobbsey had not expected to stay very long in looking after his Christmas trees. And he certainly never counted on being snowed in.
“Yes, I’ll bring Old Jim over,” said Mr. Case. “He’s pretty good at making things with his pocket knife. Shouldn’t wonder but what he could cut you out a doll, Flossie.”
“Can he make boats?” asked Freddie.
“Sure he can!” said the sawmill foreman.
“Where you going to sail a boat in the snow, Freddie Bobbsey?” asked Flossie.