"It was too bad," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "You children should have come in
the sled with us."

"Oh, we didn't mind it much," spoke Harry. "We had a good lunch. We
saw the light and thought it was some farmhouse. We didn't think it
was Snow Lodge. But we're glad it is," he added with a laugh.

"We got here some time ago," said Mr. Bobbsey. "The farmer had the
fires all going finely, and it was as warm as toast. We began getting
things to rights, but when it got dark, and snowed, and you children
weren't here, we all got worried."

"And we were going to look for you," added Mrs. Bobbsey. "Oh, I was so
worried I didn't know what to do!"

The evening was spent in playing a few games, and in talking and
telling stories. Everyone was too tired to stay up long, after the
day's trip, and so "early to bed" was the rule, for the first night at
least.

As Bert went up to his room with his cousin Harry he looked out of the
window. It was too dark to see much, but the boy could get a glimpse
of the snow blowing against the panes with great force.

"Poor Henry Burdock!" thought Bert. "If it wasn't for that missing
money he and his uncle might be living here at Snow Lodge. I wonder
where Henry is now? Maybe off somewhere in the woods, lost--as we
nearly were!"

The thought made him feel sad. Surely it was a terrible night to be