“No, not yet,” he replied. “I guess they’re lost, and we’ll have to cut more.”
But the next day, when the storm ceased and the sun shone, a man came to camp with word about the missing trees. The railroad cars on which they were loaded had been switched off on a wrong track and had been held at a distant station awaiting someone to claim them. This Mr. Bobbsey did, and soon the shipment of Christmas trees was on its way to Lakeport.
“And as long as they are found there is no excuse for staying in Cedar Camp any longer,” said Mr. Bobbsey.
But the children like it so that they prevailed on their father and mother to remain a few days longer. And then the Bobbsey twins had many good times, playing in the woods and about the sawmill. For there came a thaw after the big storms, and most of the snow melted. Bert and Nan got more chestnuts, too.
“But I hope we’ll have some snow for Christmas,” said Nan.
“So we can make a snow fort!” added Freddie.
“And a snowman and knock his hat off!” laughed Flossie.
“I should think you’d had enough snow,” remarked their mother.
But the Bobbsey twins seldom had enough of anything when there was fun and excitement going, and you may be sure this was not the last of their adventures. But now let us say good-bye.
THE END