got snow all ready to use ourselves?"

"Feels like more, doesn't it?" said the scarlet-cheeked Meg, trotting
along in her rubber boots, her blue eyes shining with anticipated fun.
"Can't I steer good now, Bobby?"

"'Deed you can," returned Bobby. "You steer better than most girls.
There the twins are out with the sleds."

Dot and Twaddles, rubber-booted and snugly tied into mufflers and
coats, greeted the arrival of the other two with a shout.

"Sam says it will snow more to-night," reported Twaddles gleefully.
"Maybe it will be as high as the house, Bobby."

"And maybe it won't," said Bobby practically. "Where's Mother?"

Meg and Bobby went into the house to leave their lunch boxes and tell
Mother Blossom they were at home.

"Be sure and take off the locket, Meg," called her mother, as Meg went
up to her room to get a clean handkerchief.

"Meg!" shouted Bobby, "where's my bearskin cap?"

This cap was an old one Father Blossom had worn on hunting trips when a
young man. It was several sizes too large for Bobby, and made him look
like a British Grenadier, but he thought it was the finest cap in the
world. He liked to wear it when playing in the snow because it was
warm.