"It looks like—like one of those funny Christmas cards that twinkle so!" declared Freddie.
"Oh, it will soon be Christmas, won't it?" exclaimed Flossie, who sat on her mother's lap. "I wonder what I'll get!"
"I want something, too!" cried Freddie. "Oh, won't it be nice at
Christmas!"
"Yes, it will soon be here—much sooner than we think," said Mr.
Bobbsey.
"Shall we go home for Christmas?" Nan asked.
"Oh, yes," her father told her. "My business here is nearly finished, and we'll go back to Lakeport next week."
"Aren't we going to buy anything to take home—souvenirs I mean?" added
Bert. "I promised to bring Sam something."
"And I want to take Dinah a present!" declared Nan.
"Yes, we must do a little shopping for things like that," said Mrs.
Bobbsey. "You children will have a chance next week."
And they talked of that, and the things they would buy, until the automobile stopped at the Martin house, when they all went inside.