Slowly the snow flakes drifted down, another storm following the first.
It was the night before Christmas.
"I wonder what we'll get?" murmured Nan as she and Bert went up to their rooms.
"I hope I get a pair of shoe-hockeys," he said.
"And I want a fur coat," said Nan.
And when Christmas morning dawned, with the sun shining on the new, sparkling snow, it also shone on the piles of presents for the Bobbsey twins.
There were a number for each one, and, in a separate place on the table were two large packages. One was marked for Nan and the other for Bert, and each bore the words: "From Miss Alicia Pompret, to the little friends who restored my missing china."
"Oh, mine's a fur coat!" cried Nan, as she opened her package. "A fur coat and story books!"
"And mine's shoe-hockeys—the best ever!" shouted Bert. "And an air rifle and books too!"
And so their dreams came true, and it was the happiest Christmas they ever remembered. And Miss Pompret was happy too.
The End.