“One of the owls, eh?” laughed Jim Denton, the foreman of the Christmas tree and lumber camp. “Well, they sure are queer birds! Make an outlandish racket, sometimes. But come on in. Your place is all ready for you, and Mrs. Baxter has had supper ready for some time.”
“That’s good!” exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. “The children are half starved, I fancy.”
“Run your car over to the shed,” said the foreman to Mr. Bobbsey. “It’ll be safe there if it snows.”
“Had any snow up here yet?” asked the father of the twins.
“Not yet, but it may come any day. I heard you had a little down your way.”
“But it didn’t last very long,” Freddie chimed in. “We didn’t have much coasting at all!”
“You didn’t, eh?” laughed Jim, as he lifted out Flossie and Freddie, Bert and Nan being too big for this attention. “Well, when we do get snow up here we generally get a lot, and it may come any time. But the longer it holds off the better we can get out lumber and Christmas trees.”
“What about my Christmas trees?” asked Mr. Bobbsey. “That’s what I came up about.”
“It is queer about those trees,” said the foreman, as he helped Mrs. Bobbsey out. “We sent a lot off from here, but they must be stuck somewhere on the railroad down below. However, if they’re lost we can cut more. There’s plenty in the woods.”
Mrs. Bobbsey and the children waited until Mr. Bobbsey had put the car under a shed, and then, when he joined them, the family, led by the foreman, walked toward the largest cabin in the clearing. This was to be the home of the Bobbseys while they were at Cedar Camp.