off as soon as I come home from school. Then I'll wear it
Sundays and birthdays and when we have company."

Many of the children had brought their lunch, and Meg and Bobby had
theirs with them. Mother Blossom thought they should be saved the walk
home at noon when the deep snow made walking difficult. The afternoon
period rather dragged, though Miss Mason, the teacher, read them
stories about the frozen North and their geography lesson was all about
the home of the polar bear.

"My, I was tired of listening," confided Bobby, hurrying home with Meg
at half-past three. "What do we care what polar bears do when we've
got snow all ready to use ourselves?"

"Feels like more, doesn't it?" said the scarlet-cheeked Meg, trotting
along in her rubber boots, her blue eyes shining with anticipated fun.
"Can't I steer good now, Bobby?"

"'Deed you can," returned Bobby. "You steer better than most girls.
There the twins are out with the sleds."

Dot and Twaddles, rubber-booted and snugly tied into mufflers and
coats, greeted the arrival of the other two with a shout.

"Sam says it will snow more to-night," reported Twaddles gleefully.
"Maybe it will be as high as the house, Bobby."

"And maybe it won't," said Bobby practically. "Where's Mother?"

Meg and Bobby went into the house to leave their lunch boxes and tell
Mother Blossom they were at home.

"Be sure and take off the locket, Meg," called her mother, as Meg went
up to her room to get a clean handkerchief.

"Meg!" shouted Bobby, "where's my bearskin cap?"

This cap was an old one Father Blossom had worn on hunting trips when a
young man. It was several sizes too large for Bobby, and made him look
like a British Grenadier, but he thought it was the finest cap in the
world. He liked to wear it when playing in the snow because it was
warm.

"It's in the blue box on your closet shelf," answered Meg. She was an
orderly little sister, and the boys counted on her help to remind them
where they had left their things.

"Meg!" This time the call came from Norah, who was putting away clean
sheets in the linen closet. "Down on the kitchen table I left four
drop cakes--one apiece for ye. Your mother said 'twas all right."

"Meg! Bobby! Hurry up!" shrieked the twins.

Bobby crammed his cap on his head and dashed down the front stairs.
Meg seized her clean handkerchief, ran to the kitchen and got the cakes
and went out by way of the back door.

"Thought you