arther. Then I said I'd walk, as I thought I knew the
road. I used to live in Lakeport about five years ago. I started off,
but the storm came up, and I lost my way. The first I knew I found
myself out in this big field which you say is the meadows."

"That's what they call it," Freddie said.

"Well then, now I know where I am and I know what to do. Do you think
you can walk along with me?"

"Oh, we're not tired now," said Freddie. "We've had a nice rest in here.
But do you know the way to our house?"

"I know the way to Lakeport. I had forgotten about these meadows. You
see it was a good many years ago and I did not live in Lakeport long
before I went away. But now I know where I am. When I lived in your city
I used to come out here to hunt muskrats. If I am not mistaken this shed
is near a path that leads to a road by which we can get to a trolley
car. I don't know whether or not the trolleys are running, but maybe we
can find an automobile."

"If you could find a telephone and telephone to my father's lumber yard
office he would come in his automobile to get us," said Flossie.

"Well, perhaps I can do that," the man said. "Come along now, we'll
start."

Out into the storm again went the Bobbsey twins. It was snowing as hard
as ever, but they were not afraid now, for they each had hold of the
man's hands, and they felt sure he Would get them safely home.

"Are you all right now?" asked the man, as he walked along in the snow,
kicking away the flakes in a cloud such as a plow might throw on either
side.

"Yes, we're all right now," Freddie said. "But we'll be righter when we
get home."

"So mamma won't worry," added Flossie. "Mothers worry when their
children are lost."

"That's too bad," said the man. "It isn't good for mothers to worry. But
I'll get you home as soon as I can. You two youngsters have had quite a
time of it, but I am glad to see you are brave and did not cry."

"Flossie's got some tears on her face," reported Freddie, looking over
at his sister.

"I have not!" cried Flossie. "Those are melted snowflakes. I wanted to
get some in my ear, so they'd make a funny, tickly feeling," she went
on, "but there wouldn't any fall in. Some sat on my cheeks, though, and
melted, and it's those what you see, Freddie Bobbsey, and not tears at
all! I hardly ever cry, so there!"

"You cried when I busted your doll," Freddie said.

"Well, that was a good while ago," Flossie insisted, "and I was only a
l