"Stop laughing! Help me!" ordered Nan, who was already trying to lift
Flossie from her snowy bed.
"I can't help laughing—Freddie looked so funny when he went over," said
Bert.
"There's no danger of smothering, though. That snow is as dry as sand.
Here you go, Freddie. Give me your hand and I'll pull you out."
In a few seconds the smaller Bobbsey twins stood beside their larger brother and sister, while Snap capered about them, barking loudly and wagging his tail.
"Oh, he's got loose, and the harness is all broken," said Freddie, and tears of disappointment stood in his blue eyes.
"Never mind," said Bert. "I'll help you make a better harness to-morrow, Freddie. That one wasn't strong enough for Snap, anyhow. I'll fix it differently."
"Oh, but we were going to have such a fine ride!" said Flossie, who was also ready to cry. The smaller twins were only about five years old, so it might have been expected.
"Well, come on and go coasting with Bert and me," said Nan, as she patted her little sister's head. "We're going over on the long hill. It's fine there, and you'll have just as much fun as if you had Snap to pull you."
"Shall we go, Freddie?" asked Flossie, who generally depended on him to start their amusements.
"I guess so," he answered. "This harness is all busted, anyhow."