Nan and Bert gently shook their little brother and sister to arouse
them. The sled had stopped in front of the Bobbsey home.

"Is it--is it morning?" asked Flossie, as she rubbed her eyes.

"Did Santa Claus come?" demanded Freddie, trying to wiggle out of
Bert's arms.

"Not yet," laughed Mr. Carford. "But I think he soon will be here. Can
you manage them, Nan--Bert?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, we often carry them," replied Nan. "They'll soon be wide
awake again, and they won't want to go to sleep until late to-night,
on account of the nap they've had."

Mrs. Bobbsey was at the door waiting for the children Flossie and
Freddie soon roused up enough to walk in.

"Won't you come in?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey of Mr. Carford. "I can give
you a cup of tea. Mr. Bobbsey just came home. Perhaps you'd like to
say 'how-d'ye-do.'"

"Thanks, I'll come in for just a minute," was the answer. "Then I must
be getting back before the storm breaks. And I'll tie my horses, too.
I can't risk another runaway," Mr. Carford said with a smile at Bert.

Mr. Bobbsey greeted the caller cordially, and the children were soon
telling their parents of the nice visit they had had.