he boy. "Wish it was Monday instead
of Sunday."

"The snow is not quite deep enough for sleighing yet," returned his
father.

Despite the storm, all attended church in the morning, and the four
children and Mrs. Bobbsey went to Sunday school in the afternoon. The
lady taught a class of little girls and had Flossie as one of her
pupils.

To the children, traveling back and forth through the snow was great
sport, and Bert couldn't resist the temptation to make several snowballs
and throw them at the other boys. The other boys threw back in return
and Bert's hat was knocked off.

"Bert, this will not do on Sunday," said Mrs. Bobbsey, and there the
snowballing came to an end.

All through that night the snow continued to come down, and on Monday
morning it was over a foot deep. The air was crisp and cold and all of
the children felt in the best of spirits.

"Nan and Bert can go to school," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But I think Freddie
and Flossie had better stay home. Walking would come too hard on them."

"I want to go out in the snow!" cried Freddie. "I don't want to stay
indoors all day."

"You shall go out later on, in the garden," replied his mother.

"They can watch Sam shovel off the snow," put in Mr. Bobbsey. Sam was
the man of all work. He and Dinah, the cook, were married and lived in
some pleasant rooms over the stable.

"Yes, let us watch him!" cried Flossie, and soon she and Freddie were at
the window, watching the colored man as he banked up the snow on either
side of the garden walk and the sidewalk. Once Sam made a motion as if
to throw a shovelful of snow at the window, and this made them dodge
back in alarm and then laugh heartily.

The school was only a few blocks away from the Bobbsey home, but Nan and
Bert had all they could do to reach it, for the wind had made the snow
drift, so that in some spots it was very deep.

"Better look out or we'll get in over our heads," cried Bert.

"Oh, Bert, wouldn't it be terrible to have such a thing happen!"
answered his twin sister. "How would we ever get out?"

"Ring the alarm and have the street-cleaning men dig us out," he said
merrily. "Do you know, Nan, that I just love the snow. It makes me feel
like singing and whistling." And he broke into a merry whistle.

"I love it because it looks so white and pure, Bert."

They were speedily joined by a number of other boys and girls, all bound
for school. Some of the girls were having fun washing each othe