Back to school went the Bobbsey twins, and when the classes were out later in the afternoon they hurried home again. As they reached the house a few flakes of snow began to fall.
“Oh, look!” cried Freddie. “More snow! Hurray!”
“Hurray!” cried Flossie. “Oh, won’t we have fun!”
The wind began to blow and the snow fell more thickly.
“It’s going to be quite a storm,” said Bert.
“I wonder if mother and daddy won’t be snowed in on the train?” said Nan. “Trains do get snowed up, don’t they, Bert?”
“Sometimes they do, I guess,” he answered. “But maybe mother and dad are at Uncle Rossiter’s by this time.”
“No, they won’t get there until late to-night,” Nan said. “It’s a long journey.”
“Oh, well, maybe they won’t get snowed in,” said Bert.
“I’m going to play with my sled!” cried Flossie. Then she opened her mouth wide, trying to catch snowflakes on her rosy tongue.