"Winter has come after all!" cried the boy. "Wish it was Monday instead
of Sunday."

"The snow is not quite deep enough for sleighing yet," returned his
father.

Despite the storm, all attended church in the morning, and the four
children and Mrs. Bobbsey went to Sunday school in the afternoon. The
lady taught a class of little girls and had Flossie as one of her
pupils.

To the children, traveling back and forth through the snow was great
sport, and Bert couldn't resist the temptation to make several snowballs
and throw them at the other boys. The other boys threw back in return
and Bert's hat was knocked off.

"Bert, this will not do on Sunday," said Mrs. Bobbsey, and there the
snowballing came to an end.

All through that night the snow continued to come down, and on Monday
morning it was over a foot deep. The air was crisp and cold and all of
the children felt in the best of spirits.

"Nan and Bert can go to school," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But I think Freddie
and Flossie had better stay home. Walking would come too hard on them."

"I want to go out in the snow!" cried Freddie. "I don't want to stay
indoors all day."