"Of course it will carry us to Snow Lodge," he said. "There would be
room for four or five on it, if the wind was strong enough to carry us
to the head of the lake. But I don't want to go alone, Father. Could
you come?"

"I'm afraid not," laughed Mr. Bobbsey. "I'll have to go in the big
sled with your mother, and the provisions. We're going to take Dinah
and Sam along, you know. Can't you ask some of your boy friends? I
guess there's room enough at the Lodge."

"That's just what I'll do!" exclaimed Bert "I'll see who of the boys
can go."

"And may I ask Grace Lavine or Nellie Parks?" inquired Nan. "We could
skate up, or go part way in the ice-boat with the boys."

"I think so," said Mrs. Bobbsey.

"I know who you could take on the iceboat," said Freddie, passing his
plate for more turkey.

"Who?" asked Bert.

"Dinah!" cried the little fellow. "She would be so heavy that she
couldn't roll off, and if the ice-boat started to blow away she'd be
as good as an anchor."

"That's right!" cried Nan. "Dinah, did you hear what Freddie is
planning for you?" she asked as the fat cook came in with the plum
pudding.