"
"Yes, you can. And think of the birds----"
"I like the summer," piped in Freddie, "cos then we go to the country
where the cows and the chickens are!"
"Yes, and gather the eggs," put in Flossie, who had gathered eggs many
times during the summer just past, while on a visit to their Uncle
Daniel Bobbsey's farm at Meadow Brook. All of the Bobbsey children
thought Meadow Brook the finest country place in all the world.
Bert's wish for snow was soon gratified. Sunday morning found it snowing
steadily, the soft flakes coming down silently and covering the ground
to the depth of several inches.
"Winter has come after all!" cried the 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.
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