"Yes, you do get a Christmas, Dinah. Look here!" and Flossie showed
where there were some useful presents for the cook,--large aprons,
warm shoes, an umbrella, and a bright shawl that Dinah had been
wanting for a long time.

"What? All dem fo' me?" asked the surprised cook. "Good land a' massy!
I guess ole Santa Claus done gone an' made a beef-steak this time,
suah!"

"No, there's no mistake! See, they've got your name on!" insisted
Flossie. "See, Dinah!" and she led the cook over to the chair where
the presents were piled. There was no doubt of it, they were for
Dinah, and near them was another chair containing gifts for her
husband, Sam. He would not be in until later, however. But Dinah saw a
pair of rubber boots that would be very useful in the deep snow, and
there were other fine presents for Sam.

Bert and Nan were now looking at their things, and Mr. and Mrs.
Bobbsey could be heard moving around upstairs, having decided that it
was useless to lie abed longer now that the children were up.

"Come, come, Flossie and Freddie!" called Mrs. Bobbsey. "You must get
dressed and then you can play as much as you like. I don't want you to
get cold. If you do you can't go to Snow Lodge, remember!"

This was enough to cause the small Bobbseys to scamper upstairs.
Flossie carried her doll with her, and Freddie took along his fire
engine, for that was the gift he had most wanted, and for which he had
begged and pleaded for weeks before Christmas.