presents!” cried Nan, and she was right. Uncles and aunts had sent each something; and the twins were made happier than ever.
“Oh, but Christmas is just the best day in the whole year,” said Bert that evening, after the eventful day was over.
“Wish Christmas would come ev’ry week,” said Freddie. “Wouldn’t it be beautiful?”
“If it did I’m afraid the presents wouldn’t reach,” said Mrs. Bobbsey, and then took him and Flossie off to bed.
CHAPTER XV
The Children’s Party
The little black kitten that Freddie had brought home from the department store was a great friend to everybody in the Bobbsey house and all loved the little creature very much.
At first Freddie started to call the kitten Blackie, but Flossie said that wasn’t a very “’ristocratic” name at all.
“I’ll tell you what,” said Bert jokingly, “Let’s call him Snoop,” and in spite of all efforts to make the name something else Snoop the cat remained from that time to the day of his death.
He grew very fat and just a trifle lazy, nevertheless he learned to do several tricks. He could sit up in a corner on his hind legs, and shake hands, and when told to do so would jump through one’s arms, even if the arms were quite high up from the floor.
Snoop had one comical trick that always made both Flossie and Freddie laugh. There was running water in the kitchen, and Snoop loved to sit on the edge of the sink and play with the drops as they fell from the bottom of the faucet. He would watch until a drop was just falling, then reach out with his paw and give it a claw just as if he was reaching for a mouse.
Another trick he had, but this Mrs. Bobbsey did not think so nice, was to curl himself on the pillow of one of the beds and go sound asleep. Whenever he heard Mrs. Bobbsey coming up one pair of stairs, he would fly off the bed and sneak down the other pair, so that she caught him but rarely.
Snoop was a very clean cat and was continually washing his face and his ears. Around his neck Flossie placed a blue ribbon, and it was amusing to see Snoop try to wash it off. But after a while, having spoilt several ribbons, he found they would not wash off, and so he let them alone, and in the end appeared very proud of them.
One day, when Snoop had been in the house but a few months, he could not be found anywhere.
“Snoop! Snoop!” called Freddie, upstairs and down, but the kitten did not answer, nor did he show himself. Then Flossie called him and made a search, but was equally unsuccessful.
“Perhaps somebody has stolen him,” said Freddie soberly.
“Nobody been heah to steal dat kitten,” answered Dinah. “He’s jess sneaked off, dat’s all.”
All of the children had been invited to a party that afternoon and Nan was going to wear her new set of furs. After having her hair brushed, and putting on a white dress, Nan went to the closet in which her furs were kept in the big box.
“Well, I never!” she ejaculated. “Oh, Snoop! however could you do it!”
For there, curled up on the set of furs, was the kitten, purring as contentedly as could be. Never before had he found a bed so soft or so to his liking. But Nan made him rouse up in a hurry, and after that when she closed the closet she made quite sure that Snoop was not inside.
The party to be held that afternoon was at the home of Grace Lavine, the little girl who had fainted from so much rope jumping. Grace was over that attack, and was now quite certain that when her mamma told her to do a thing or to leave it alone, it was always for her own good.
“Mamma knows best,” she said to Nan. “I didn’t think so then, but I do now.”
The party was a grand affair and over thirty young people were present, all dressed in their best. They played all sorts of games such as many of my readers must already know, and then some new games which the big boys and girls introduced.
One game was called Hunt the Beans. A handful of dried beans was hidden all over the rooms, in out-of-the-way corners, behind the piano, in vases, and like that, and at the signal to start every girl and boy started to pick up as many as could be found. The search lasted just five minutes, and at the end of that time the one having the most beans won the game.
“Now let us play Three-word Letters,” said Nan. And then she explained the game. “I will call out a letter and you must try to think of a sentence of three words, each word starting with that letter. Now then, are you ready?”
“Yes! yes!” the girls and boys cried.
“B,” said Nan.
There was a second of silence.
“Boston Baked Beans!” shouted Charley Mason.
“That is right, Charley. Now it is your turn to give a letter.”
“F,” said Charley.
“Five Fat Fairies!” cried Nellie Parks.
“Four Fresh Fish,” put in another of the girls.
“Nellie has it,” said Charley. “But I never heard of fat fairies, did you?” and this question made everybody laugh.
“My letter is M,” said Nellie, after a pause.
“More Minced Mushrooms,” said Bert.
“More Mean Men,” said another boy.
“Mind My Mule,” said one of the girls.
“Oh, Helen, I didn’t know you had a mule,” cried Flossie, and this caused a wild shriek of laughter.
“Bert must love mushrooms,” said Nellie.
“I do,” said Bert, “if they are in a sauce.” And then the game went on, until somebody suggested something else.
At seven o’clock a supper was served. The tables were two in number, with the little girls and boys at one and the big girls and boys at the other. Each was decked out with flowers and with colored streamers, which ran down from the chandelier to each corner of both tables.
There was a host of good things to eat and drink—chicken sandwiches and cake, with cups of sweet chocolate, or lemonade, and then more cake and ice-cream, and fruit, nuts, and candy. The ice-cream was done up into various fancy forms, and Freddie got a fireman, with a trumpet under his arm, and Nan a Japanese lady with a real paper parasol over her head. Bert was served with an automobile, and Flossie cried with delight when she received a brown-and-white cow that looked as natural as life. All of the forms were so pleasing that the children did not care to eat them until the heat in the lighted dining room made them begin to melt away.
“I’m going to tell Dinah about the ice-cream cow,” said Flossie. “Perhaps she can make them.” But when appealed to, the cook said they were beyond her, and must be purchased from the professional ice-cream maker, who had the necessary forms.
There were dishes full of bonbons on the tables, and soon the bonbons were snapping at a lively rate among
