smiled. The two younger twins were soon both soundly slumbering, for
being out in the cold air and wind does seem to make one sleepy when,
later on, one gets warm and comfortable.

Mr. Carford sat up on the seat in front driving the sturdy horses,
while the string of bells around them jingled at every step.

"Wasn't that a queer story of Snow Lodge?" asked Nan of Bert, in a low
voice.

"It surely was," he replied. "It seems too bad to have the place all
shut up, with no one to use it this winter. It would be just great, I
think, if we could go up there for the Christmas holidays. We could go
up right after Christmas, and not come back until the middle of
January, for school doesn't open again until then. Wouldn't it be
great!"

"Fine!" agreed Nan. "But I don't s'pose we could. Mr. Carford doesn't
want Snow Lodge used, I guess. But he gave us a good time at his
house."

"Indeed he did," agreed Bert.

On glided the sled, the bells making merry music. A light snowfall
began, and Mr. Carford urged the horses to faster speed, for he wanted
to get back home before the storm broke.

"Wake up, Freddie!"

"Wake up, Flossie!"