“Then we’ll go that way!” cried Bert. But the next day something occurred that made a change in the plans of the Bobbsey twins.
CHAPTER XII
The Letters
The day after Christmas, when Bert and Nan came home from having been to see a number of their friends, but not having succeeded in getting any of them to promise to make the trip to Snow Lodge, the two older Bobbsey twins were quite discouraged.
“I’ll need another fellow to help me sail the ice-boat,” spoke Bert. “Of course I know you’ll do all you can, Nan, but we can’t tell what might happen. I don’t see what’s the matter with all the fellows, anyhow, that they can’t go.”
“And the girls, too,” added Nan. “I couldn’t get one of them to promise. And I don’t know whether mamma and papa will let you and me go in the ice-boat by ourselves.”
And, when they heard of this plan, both Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey objected to it.
“It would be too risky,” decided Mr. Bobbsey. “Your ice-boat is a small one. I know, Bert, but in a stiff wind it might capsize if you did not have some other boy along to help you manage it. I guess you and Nan had better come with us in the big sled.”
“I think so, too,” added Mrs. Bobbsey.
There seemed to be no other way out of it, and Nan and Bert felt quite badly. Not even the tricks of Snap and Snoop, when Freddie and Flossie put the dog and cat through them before going to bed, would cause their older brother and sister to look happy.
“Never mind,” said Mamma Bobbsey, “when we get to Snow Lodge you’ll have such a good time that you won’t mind not having made the trip on skates or on the ice-boat. And you can skate all you like when you get up there.”
The next day Freddie was playing quite a game. He had a little toy village, made of pasteboard houses, and this he had set up in the playroom. He was pretending that a fire had broken out in one of the dwellings and he was going to put it out with his toy engine. Of course there was not even a match on fire, for Mrs. Bobbsey was very careful about this, but Freddie pretended to his heart’s content. He was allowed to have real water, but Dinah had spread on the floor an old rubber coat so that the spray would do no harm.
With a great shout Freddie came running out of the “engine house,” which was a chair turned on its side. He was pulling his toy after him, racing to the make-believe blaze.
Just then Flossie came into the room with her new walking doll, and, not seeing her, Freddie ran into and knocked her over.
Flossie sat down quite hard, and for a moment was too surprised to cry. But a moment later, when she saw Freddie’s fire engine run over her new doll, which cried out “Mamma!” as if in pain, the tears came into Flossie’s eyes.
“Oh, you bad boy!” she exclaimed, forgetting her own pain, at the sight of her doll, “you’ve run right over her!”
“I—I couldn’t help it!” said Freddie, stopping in his rush to the fire to pick up his sister’s toy. “You got right in my way.”
“I did not—Freddie Bobbsey!”
“Yes, you did, too, and I’m going to squirt water on you, and put you out. You’re on fire! Your cheeks are all red!”
This was true enough. Flossie did get very red cheeks when she was excited.
“Don’t you put any water on me!” she cried. “I’ll tell mamma on you! And you’ve broke my best doll, too! Oh, dear!” and Flossie burst into tears, so there was no need for Freddie to use his toy engine to wet her flaming cheeks.
This frightened Freddie. He seldom made his twin sister cry, and he was very much alarmed.
“I—I didn’t mean to, Flossie,” he said, putting his arms around her. “I guess I was running pretty fast. Don’t cry, and you can squirt my engine. Maybe if you squirted some water on your doll she’d be all right,” and Freddie picked up the talking toy.
“Don’t you dare put any water on her!” screamed Flossie. “You’ll make her catch cold, and then she won’t talk at all, Oh, dear! I wish you didn’t have that old engine.”
Mrs. Bobbsey came into the room just then, or there is no telling what might have happened. She knew what to do, and soon she had straightened out matters. It was not very often that Flossie and Freddie had trouble of this kind, but they were only human children, just like any others, and they had their little disputes now and then.
“Oh, dear! This will never do!” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “Freddie, you must not rush about the house so fast.”
“But, mamma, firemens is always fast. They have to be fast, and I was going to a fire,” the fat little fellow said.
“I know, dear, but you should look where you are going. And, Flossie, dear, you must watch out before you rush into a room, you know.”
“Yes, mamma, but, you see, I was pretending my doll was sick, and I was running to the doctor’s with her.”
“Oh, dear!” cried Mamma Bobbsey. “You were both in too much of a hurry, I think. Never mind. Let’s see if the doll is hurt, much.”
It seemed that she was, for though she would walk across the room when wound up, she would not cry out “Mamma!” But Mrs. Bobbsey was used to mending broken toys, and after poking about in the wheels and springs with a hairpin she soon had the doll so it would talk again. Then Flossie was happy, and her tears were forgotten.
Freddie said he was sorry he had been in such a hurry, so all was forgiven, and he went on playing fireman. He was in the midst of putting out a make-believe blaze in the village church when the doorbell rang, and the postman’s whistle was heard.
“Will you get the mail, dear?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey of Freddie. “Dinah is busy, I’m sure. Let me see how mamma’s little fat fireman can get the letters. But don’t run!” she exclaimed, “or you might fall downstairs.”
“I won’t, mamma,” said Freddie.
He came back with several letters, and he was again playing he was a fireman, and Flossie was making believe she was a doctor for her sick doll, when Mrs. Bobbsey exclaimed:
“Oh, this will be good news for Bert,” and she looked up from a letter she was reading.
“What is it, mamma?” asked Flossie. “Is someone sending him more Christmas presents?”
“No, dear, but Harry, your cousin from the country, you know, is coming to visit us. Bert will have someone to play with. Won’t that be nice?”
“And can I play with him, too?” asked Freddie.
“I guess so, sometimes,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “But you must remember that Harry is about ten years old, and he won’t always want to be with little boys.”
“I’m a big boy!” declared Freddie. “I’m ’most as big as Bert.”
“Well, I guess you can have some fun,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “Bert will be glad to hear this. Now, who can this other letter be from?” and she tore open the envelope.
“Why!” she cried, as she quickly read it “It’s from Uncle William Minturn, at the seashore, and he says his daughter Dorothy is coming to pay us a visit. Well, did you ever! Our two cousins—one from the country and the other from the seashore—both coming at the same time! Oh, this will please Bert and Nan!”
“And can’t we have a good time, too?” asked Flossie.
“Of course,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “Let me see now; how will I arrange the rooms for them? Oh, I forgot, we’re going to Snow Lodge soon. I wonder what I can do? Both Dorothy and Harry will be here before I can tell them not to come. I must telephone to papa!”
Bert and Nan came in just then, in time to hear this last.
“Telephone to papa!” exclaimed Bert “What’s the matter, mother? Has anything happened?”
“Nothing, only your cousins, Dorothy and Harry, are coming to visit you. And I don’t know what to do about it, as we are going to Snow Lodge!”
“Do about it?” cried Bert. “Why, we won’t do anything about it, except to let them come. Say, this is the best news yet! Harry can go with me on the ice-boat. Hurray! Hurray!”
“Yes, and Dorothy and I can skate on the lake!” said Nan. “Oh, how
glad I am!”
“We’ll take them both to Snow Lodge!” cried Bert. “Now we won’t have to look for any other boys or girls. Well have our own cousins! Whoop!” and he threw his arms around his mother, while Nan tried to kiss her. Flossie and Freddie looked on in pleased surprise. The letters had come just in time. Now there would be a jolly party at Snow Lodge.
CHAPTER XIII
In A Hard Blow
“Are you girls warm enough?” asked Bert Bobbsey, as he and his cousin Harry started toward the frozen lake one afternoon, the day before they were all to start for Snow Lodge.
“If we aren’t we will never be,” answered Dorothy Minturn, who was Nan’s “seashore cousin” as she called the visitor. “I’ve got on so many things that it would be easier to roll along instead of walking,” went on Dorothy with a laugh.
“Well, it’s a good thing to be warm, for it will be cold on the ice-boat; won’t it, Bert?” asked Harry.
“That’s what it will. There’s a good wind blowing, too. It’s stronger than I thought it was,” and Bert bent to the blast as he walked along with the others.
“Will there be any danger?” asked Dorothy, who was not used to the activities of the Bobbseys.
“Oh, don’t worry!” cried Harry. “We’ll look after you girls.”
“They think they will,” murmured Nan looking at her cousin, “I guess I know almost as much about the Ice Bird as Bert does.”
“Where is your ice-boat?” asked Harry of Bert, as they kept on along the path that led to the lake.
“Over in the next cove. I had her out the other day, and the wind died out, leaving me there. Since then we’ve been so busy getting ready to go to Snow Lodge that I haven’t had time to bring her back to the dock.”
“Will she be safe over there?”
“I guess so—hardly anybody goes there in winter.”
The two cousins—Harry from the country and Dorothy from the seashore,—in each of which places the Bobbseys had spent part of the preceding summer,—had followed soon after their letters, and had been warmly welcomed by Nan, Bert, Flossie and Freddie. The visitors were rather surprised to learn that the Bobbsey family was preparing to go away for a winter vacation in the woods, but they were only too glad to accept an invitation to go along.
So it was arranged, and in another day the start to Mr. Carford’s former home would be made. Mr. Bobbsey had a big sled gotten ready, there were boxes, barrels and packages of provisions, Snow Lodge had been opened by a farmer living near there, who remained in it all night, keeping up the fires so that the long-deserted house would not be chilly, and all was in readiness.
The plans of Nan and Bert to go to Snow Lodge by means of skates and on the ice-boat had been agreed to.
Dorothy and Nan thought they would rather skate than go all the way on the ice-boat, but Bert and Harry decided to keep to the ice craft all the way.
“And when you girls get tired of skating just wave your handkerchiefs, and we’ll wait for you,” said Bert.
Now they were going to take a little trial sail on the Ice Bird before starting off on the longer cruise.
As the four walked around a point of land, and came within sight of the ice-boat, tied to a stake in the ice of the cove, Harry uttered a cry.
“Look!” he exclaimed to Bert, “someone is at your boat!”
“That’s right!” cried Bert, starting to run. Just then a figure skated away from the craft, and Bert breathed a sigh of relief.
“I guess it was only someone taking a look at her,” he said “There aren’t many on the lake.”
“We can’t go very far,” said Nan, as they neared the boat, “for mamma said to be back early. We’ve got a great deal of packing to do yet.”
“We’ll just take a little spin,” replied Bert.
They were soon on the ice-boat, gliding up and down the lake, which was frozen to a glassy smoothness.
“If it’s like this to-morrow it will be grand for skating!” exclaimed Nan.
“Yes, and fine for ice-boating, too,” replied her brother. “We’ll beat you to Snow Lodge.”
“Well, you ought to,” said Dorothy, “but we’ll be warmer skating than you will be on the ice-boat.”
“Not when we take along all the fur robes I’ve got out for the trip,” replied Bert. “I didn’t bring ’em this time, as it was too far to carry. But to-morrow Harry and I will be regular Eskimos.”
Back and forth on the lake sailed the Ice Bird with the merry-hearted boys and girls. Bert did not go very far, as he noticed that the wind was growing much stronger and his boat, though sturdy and well-built, was not intended to weather a gale.
“Well, I think we’d better start for home now,” said Nan after about an hour’s sailing. “Mamma will be expecting us.”
“All right,” assented Bert. “Do you want to steer her, Harry?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know how,” replied the country lad.
“Oh, you’ll soon learn. I’ll be right beside you here, and tell you what to do.”
“Don’t upset, please, whatever you do,” urged Dorothy.
“I’ll try not to,” promised Harry.
When they got out of the sheltered cove they felt the full force of the wind, and for a moment even Nan, who had been on the boat many times, felt a bit timid. The Ice Bird tilted to one side, the left hand runner raising high in the air.
“Oh!” screamed Dorothy. “We’re going over!”
“No, we’re not! Sit still!” cried Bert, grasping the tiller, which Harry was not holding just right. By turning the ice-boat to one side the wind did not strike it so hard, and the craft settled down on the level again.
“There! That’s better!” exclaimed Dorothy, who had grabbed hold of Nan.
“Oh, that’s nothing,” said Nan. “Bert and I are used to that.”
But as the ice-boat proceeded it was evident that those on her were not going to have an easy time to get to the Bobbsey dock. The wind blew harder and harder, and the sail seemed ready to rip apart. It took both Bert and Harry to hold the rudder steady, and even then the tiller was almost torn from their grasp.
Even Nan began to look a little frightened, and she did not laugh when Dorothy stretched out flat and held on to the side of the boat with all her strength.
“I don’t want to be blown away if I can help it,” said Dorothy.
Harder and harder blew the wind, sending the ice-boat along at great speed. In a few minutes more it would be at the dock, where Bert kept it tied.
“If it blows this way to-morrow we won’t be long getting to Snow Lodge,” cried Bert in Harry’s ear. He had to shout to be heard above the howling of the wind.
“That’s right,” agreed the country boy. “The girls can never skate along as fast as this.”
“We’ll have to use less sail,” went on Bert, “and then we won’t go so fast.”
He and Harry shifted the rudder to steer closer to shore. Suddenly the wind came in a fierce gust. The ice-boat seemed about to turn completely over. The two girls screamed, even Nan being frightened now.
“Oh, what is it? What is it?” cried Dorothy.
Then came a sharp crack. There was a sound as though a hundred pop-guns were being fired, and the boat slackened speed.
“Look!” cried Harry pointing ahead “Our sail has burst, Bert.”
“No, it’s the sheet rope—the main rope that holds the sail fast-that’s broken,” replied Bert. “Lucky it did, too, or we might have gone over. I was going to let go of it.”
The ice-boat slid along a short distance, and then came to a stop. The sail, no longer held in place so as to catch the wind, was blowing and flapping, making snapping sounds like a line of clothes in a heavy wind.
“All right, girls, no danger now,” called Bert, as he got out to make the flapping sail fast again. As he looked at the end of the broken rope he uttered a cry of surprise.
“Look here!” he called to Harry, “this rope has been cut!”<
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“Cut?”
“Yes. Someone hacked it partly through with a knife, and the wind did the rest.”
There was no doubt of it. The main rope had been partly severed, and the strain of the hard blow had done the rest.
“That fellow we saw near the ice-boat!” began Harry. “It must have been him! Who was he?”
“Danny Rugg—if anybody,” answered Bert. “I thought it looked like him. Probably he heard that we were going to use the boat to go to Snow Lodge, and he wanted to make trouble for us. He’s going to camp up there near us, I hear.”
“Gracious!” cried Dorothy. “I hope he doesn’t play any tricks like that up there.”
“If he does I guess Harry and I can attend to him,” cried Bert. “But, in a way, it’s a good thing the rope did break or we might have upset. Only Danny, if he did it, had no idea of doing us a good turn. He just wanted to make trouble.”
“Can you fix it?” asked Nan of her brother.
“Oh, yes, it can be spliced and will be stronger than ever. But I won’t do it now. We can walk the rest of the way to the dock. The wind is blowing harder than ever, and we don’t want any accidents.”
Indeed, the wind was blowing a gale now, and even with the sail down the ice-boat went along at such a speed that it was all Harry and Bert could do to hold it.
But finally it was gotten to the dock, and made fast, and while the girls went on to the Bobbsey home to finish with their packing, Bert and Harry mended the broken rope.
“I’ll have to teach Danny Rugg a good lesson,” said Bert to his cousin.
“Yes, and I’ll help you,” returned Harry.
CHAPTER XIV
At Snow Lodge
“Are we all here?”
“Have we got everything?”
“Here, Snap! If you jump out again you can’t go!”
“Dinah, you hold Snap, will you?”
“Good lan’ chile! I’se got about all I kin do to hold mah own self!”
These were some of the cries and exclamations as the Bobbsey family prepared to start on the trip to Snow Lodge. With the exception of Nan and Bert, and Dorothy and Harry, they were all in a big sled, drawn by four horses that were prancing about in the snow, anxious to get started. At every step the bells jingled. Sam, the colored man, was driving. With him on the front seat sat fat Freddie.
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