"Yes, we'll go!" cried Freddie. "What shall we do with our sleds?"
asked Flossie.

"Oh, Harry Stone will look after them; won't you Harry?" asked
Freddie, "He can use mine, and his sister Jessie can use yours until
we come back, Flossie," and Freddie turned the coasters over to a poor
boy and girl who lived near the Bobbsey home. Harry and his sister
were delighted, and promised to take good care of the sleds.

"I won't take you far--only just around town," said Mr. Carford, as
the twins got in his sled. "When are you going up to my Snow Lodge?"

"We're going soon, I guess," answered Flossie. "I heard mamma and papa
talking about it yesterday."

"And we're ever so much obliged to you for letting us have your
place," said Flossie. "Will you come up and see us while we're there?
I've got a doll that can talk."

"And I'm going to take my fire engine along, so if the place gets on
fire I can help put it out," exclaimed Freddie. "Will you come up?"

Mr. Carford started. He looked at the children in a strange sort of
way, and then stared at the horses.

"No--no--I guess I won't go to Snow Lodge any more," he said slowly,
and Flossie and Freddie were sorry they had asked him, for they
remembered the story their father had told them about the sorrow that
had come to the aged man.