seys. It was dark, now, and the lighted lamps made the snow sparkle like a million diamonds.
"Oh, it's just lovely!" sighed Nan, as she leaned back against the cushions and peered from the window.
"It looks just like a fairy play out there," and Nell pointed to the glittering snow.
"It looks like—like one of those funny Christmas cards that twinkle sol" declared Freddie.
"Oh, it will soon be Christmas, won't it?" exclaimed Flossie, who sat on her mother's lap. "I wonder what I'll get!"
"I want something, too!" cried Freddie. "Oh, won't it be nice at Christmas!"
"Yes, it will soon be here—much sooner than we think," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"Shall we go home for Christmas?" Nan asked.
"Oh, yes," her father told her. "My business here is nearly finished, and we'll go back to Lakeport next week."
"Aren't we going to buy anything to take home—souvenirs I mean?" added Bert. "I promised to bring Sam something."
