“Oh, look, Flossie! Look!” he cried. “Come and see!”
“Is Snoop up the tree again?” asked the little girl.
“No, but it’s snowing! Snowing hard! Now we can have some fun with our sleds! Come on, we’ll go coasting!”
Later the two smaller Bobbsey twins, having had their breakfasts, ran out to play in the snow. Quite a little had fallen during the night, and more was coming down. It was just about right for starting to make a coasting hill.
Not far from the Bobbsey home, on a side street, was a hill where the smaller children had their fun. Bert and Nan, with some of the older boys and girls, generally went to a longer and steeper hill some distance away. But this time Bert and Nan had not gotten out their sleds.
“I’m going to wait for Charlie Mason,” said Bert. “He said he’d come over as soon as it snowed. We’re going to make a bob.”
“May I have a ride on it?” asked Nan. “I’ll help you get some pieces of carpet to tack on if you’ll let me ride.”
“Sure we’ll let you,” agreed Bert. And then he went to telephone over to ask if Charlie were coming.
Meanwhile Flossie and Freddie and some of their friends were having fun on the small hill. Each of the smaller Bobbsey twins had a sled, and the children had races to see who would get first to the bottom of the slope. With merry shouts and laughter they played amid the swirling flakes of white snow.
The fun was at its liveliest, and Flossie and Freddie were among the merriest, when along came Nick Malone, the boy whom Freddie had locked in the tool shed at school.