“Never mind,” soothed his mother. “Perhaps, some day, you can find a way of making sure that Danny did it. Then your name will be cleared. But until you are sure, don’t say that Danny broke the window.”
“No, Mother, I won’t,” promised Bert.
“Did you say Danny lost his new birthday ring?” went on Mrs. Bobbsey.
“Yes and he was all excited about it.”
“Well, of course it’s too bad,” said Bert’s mother. “But he shouldn’t have worn a valuable ring to school—especially at snowballing time. Things lost in the snow are hard to find.”
Bert went out to play in the snow with his brother and sisters. He looked up at the evening sky and saw it covered with clouds.
“There’s going to be more snow,” Bert decided. “If a lot falls we can coast on the big hill, and we can make snow forts and snow men and everything!”
Bert, like the other Bobbsey twins, liked the fun that came with winter. He liked summer fun, also. In fact, Bert and the other three Bobbsey twins liked all kinds of fun, just as you and I do.
It was after the evening meal, when Mr. Bobbsey was telling Bert not to mind so much being accused of breaking the church window, that the doorbell rang. Dinah, the colored cook, big, fat and jolly, answered and came back with a yellow envelope in her hand.
“A telegram!” exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. “I hope it isn’t any bad news!”