amusement of the girls. Nan drew a workman’s cap and put it on, and this caused another laugh. There were all sorts of caps, hats, and aprons, and one big bonbon, which went to Flossie, had a complete dress in it, of pink and white paper. Another had some artificial flowers, and still another a tiny bottle of cologne.
While the supper was going on, Mr. Lavine had darkened the parlor and stretched a sheet over the folding doors, and as soon as the young people were through eating they were treated to a magic-lantern exhibition by the gentleman of the house and one of the big boys, who assisted him. There were all sorts of scenes, including some which were very funny and made the boys and girls shriek with laughter. One was a boy on a donkey, and another two fat men trying to climb over a fence. Then came a number of pictures made from photograph negatives, showing scenes in and around Lakeport. There were the lake steamer, and the main street, and one picture of the girls and boys rushing out of school at dinner time. The last was voted the best of all, and many present tried to pick themselves out of this picture and did so.
After the exhibition was over one of the largest of the girls sat down to the piano and played. By this time some of the older folks drifted in, and they called for some singing, and all joined in half a dozen songs that were familiar to them. Then the young folks ran off for their coats and caps and wraps, and bid their host and hostess and each other good-night.
“Wasn’t it splendid?” said Nan, on the way home. “I never had such a good time before.”
“Didn’t last half long enough,” said Freddie. “Want it to last longer next time.”
“I wanted my cow to last longer,” said Flossie. “Oh, if only I could have kept it from melting!”
CHAPTER XVI
A Grand Sleigh Ride
For a long while all of the Bobbsey children had been begging their parents for a sleigh ride into the country.
“The winter will be gone soon, papa,” said Nan. “Won’t you take us before the snow is all gone?”
“You may as well take them, Richard,” said Mrs. Bobbsey.
“Well, if I do, Mary, you must go along,” answered Mr. Bobbsey, and so it was arranged that they should take the ride on the following Saturday, weather permitting.
You may well suppose that all of the twins were very anxious about the weather after that, for Mr. Bobbsey said he would not go if it rained or if it snowed very hard.
“What does it say in the newspapers?” asked Freddie. “They always know what the weather is going to be.”
“Not so far ahead as that,” answered his brother.
But Friday evening the paper said cold and clear, and sure enough, on Saturday morning it was as nice as one would wish. From behind masses of thin clouds the sun peeped shyly, lighting up the snow until it shone like huge beds of diamonds.
They were to drive to Dalton, twelve miles away. Mr. Bobbsey had learned that the road to Dalton was in good condition, and the family had friends there who would be pleased to see them and have them remain to dinner.
By half-past nine the big family sleigh was at the door, with Sam on the front seat, driving. Into the sleigh piled the four children, and Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey followed.
“Want to sit by Sam and help drive,” said Freddie, and he was lifted over to the desired position. Then off they went, with a crack of the whip and jingling of sleigh-bells that could be heard a long distance.
“Oh, but isn’t this just too splendid for anything!” exclaimed Nan, who sat at one side of the seat, with her mamma on the other and Flossie between them. “I do love sleigh riding so much!”
“See me drive!” cried Freddie, who held the very end of the reins, the part dangling from Sam’s hands.
“Well, Freddie, don’t let the team run away,” said Mr. Bobbsey, with a laugh.
“I shan’t,” answered the little fellow soberly. “If they try to run away, I’ll whip them good.”
“You’ll never stop them that way,” said Bert. “You want to talk gently to them.”
On and on they went, over the smooth snow. The horses were fresh and full of spirit, and mile after mile was passed with a speed that pleased all of the twins very much. They passed several other sleighing parties, and every time this was done the children set up a merry shout which was sure to call forth an equally merry answer.
A large part of the ride was through the country, and often the country folks would come to the doors to see them pass. Once they met a boy on the road and he asked for a ride to his home, half a mile away.
“Yes, jump in,” said Mr. Bobbsey, and the boy got in and was taken to his house almost before he knew it.
“Much obliged,” he said on leaving them. “You’re fine people, you are,” and he took off his hat at parting.
“It was nice to give him a ride,” said Nan. “It didn’t cost us anything and he liked it a great deal, I am sure.”
“We must never forget to do a kindness when we can, Nan,” said her mamma.
Before noon Dalton was reached and they drove up to the home of Mr. Ramdell, as their friend was named. Immediately Bob Ramdell, a youth of sixteen, rushed eagerly out to greet Bert.
“I’m glad you’ve come,” he cried. “I’ve been watching for you for an hour.”
“It isn’t noon yet,” answered Bert.
All were soon into the house and Sam drove the sleigh around to the barn. Bob Ramdell had a sister Susie, who was almost Nan’s age, and a baby brother called Tootsie, although his real name was Alexander. Susie was glad to see Nan and Flossie, and all were soon playing with the baby, who was just old enough to be amusing.
“I’ve got a plan on hand,” whispered Bob to Bert, just before dinner was served. “I’ve been wondering if your father will let us carry it out.”
“What is it?” questioned Bert.
“You are not to drive home until late this afternoon. I wonder if your father won’t let you go down to Long Lake with me after dinner, to see the hockey match.”
“Is it far from here?”
“About two miles. We can drive down in our cutter. Father will let me have the cutter and old Rusher, I’m sure.”
“I’ll see about it,” said Bert. “I’d like to see the hockey match very much.”
As soon as he got the chance Bert questioned his parent about going.
“I don’t know about this,” said Mr. Bobbsey slowly. “Do you think you two boys can be trusted alone with the horse?”
“Oh, yes, papa. Bob has driven old Rusher many times.”
“You must remember, Rusher used to be a race horse. He may run away with Bob and you.”
“Oh, but that was years ago, papa. He is too
