CHAPTER VI—OFF TO CEDAR CAMP
Bert and Charlie, with Nan’s help, finished the bobsled in time to use on the coasting hill that afternoon and early in the evening. And it is a good thing they had hurried with it, for the next day there came a thaw and the snow began to melt. It melted so fast that by noon there was scarcely enough for Flossie and Freddie to have any fun on even the small hill, and what snow there was had mostly turned to slush.
“Oh, dear,” sighed Nan, when she found that she and her brothers and sister had to give up their pleasure, “this isn’t any fun!”
“That’s right,” agreed Bert. “But the winter isn’t over. We always have a lot of snow after Christmas.”
“And I suppose we ought to be glad there isn’t a big storm,” went on Nan, when it had been decided to give up coasting and the older Bobbsey twins were dragging home the new bobsled.
“Why ought we be glad?” Bert wanted to know.
“Because if it doesn’t storm so much daddy can get his shipment of Christmas trees here and make some money.”
“Oh, that’s so—I forgot!” exclaimed Bert. “But if the trees do come we can’t make that trip with him to the North Woods to see what the matter is. And I wanted to go on a trip like that, for we don’t have much school now, on account of the holidays.”
“It would be nice to go off somewhere in the winter,” agreed Nan. “Remember what fun we had at Snow Lodge?”
“I should say so!” cried Bert. “But there isn’t much use talking about snow when it thaws like this,” and he stepped into a puddle of slush.