"And I'm going to make a little snow doll!" declared Flossie.
"Wait until you see if there's snow enough," advised Bert.
"Will there be much, do you think?" Nan inquired of Nell.
"Well, we don't often have a very heavy fall of snow here," was the answer, "though it sometimes happens. It's snowing bard now."
And so it was. And the weather was getting cold, too, almost as cold as back in Lakeport. But the Bobbseys were used to it. Their eyes were shining and their cheeks were red. Flossie and Freddie tried to catch the drifting snow flakes dancing down from the sky. But there was quite a crowd on the sidewalk coming out of the theater, and every one seemed to get in the way of the little Bobbsey twins, so they did not have much luck catching the white crystals.
Into the big, closed auto they piled, and soon they were rolling along the snow-covered streets of Washington toward the home of Nell and Billy Martin. Mr. and Mrs. Martin would be waiting at their house to greet the Bobb-
