"I--I was so scared," said Nan.
"May I ask what you be a-doin' on the road all alone and in this
snowstorm?"
"We are going home," answered Bert, and then explained how they had been
ice-boating and what had happened on the lake.
"I do declare!" cried Farmer Sandborn. "So the boat up an' run away with
ye, did she? Contrary critter, eh!" And he began to laugh. "Who be you?"
"I am Bert Bobbsey and this is my twin sister Nan."
"Oh, yes, I know now. You're one pair o' the Bobbsey twins, as they
call 'em over to Lakeport. I've heard Sary speak o' ye. Sary's my wife."
The farmer ran his hand through his thick beard. "You can't tramp home
in this storm."
"Oh, we must get home," said Nan. "What will mamma say? She will think
we are killed, or drowned, or something,--and she isn't over the scare
she got when Freddie was lost."
"I'll take you back to town in my sleigh," said Farmer Sandborn. "I was
going to town for some groceries to-morrow morning, but I might just as
well go now, while the roads are open. They'll be all closed up ag'in by
daylight, if this storm keeps up.
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