They were to drive to Dalton, twelve miles away. Mr. Bobbsey had learned
that the road to Dalton was in good condition, and the family had
friends there who would be pleased to see them and have them remain to
dinner.
By half-past nine the big family sleigh was at the door, with Sam on the
front seat, driving. Into the sleigh piled the four children, and Mr.
and Mrs. Bobbsey followed.
"Want to sit by Sam and help drive," said Freddie, and he was lifted
over to the desired position. Then off they went, with a crack of the
whip and jingling of sleigh-bells that could be heard a long distance.
"Oh, but isn't this just too splendid for anything!" exclaimed Nan, who
sat at one side of the seat, with her mamma on the other and Flossie
between them. "I do love sleigh riding so much!"
"See me drive!" cried Freddie, who held the very end of the reins, the
part dangling from Sam's hands.
"Well, Freddie, don't let the team run away," said Mr. Bobbsey, with a
laugh.
"I shan't," answered the little fellow soberly. "If they try to run
away, I'll whip them good."
"You'll never stop them that way," said Bert.
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