The Bobbsey Twins at School

by Laura Lee Hope

  CHAPTER XVII

  THE FIRST SNOW

  There was considerable talk among the boys in Danny's room afterMr. Tetlow departed. And it was noticed that Danny and some ofhis particular friends looked around with rather frightened faces,over their shoulders, as they talked among themselves. What theysaid could not be heard, for they spoke in whispers.

  "I hope you weren't one of those boys, Bert," said Nan, as shepassed her brother on the way home from school that afternoon. "Ifyou were--"

  "You needn't worry," he said, with a smile. "I'm not ready tosmoke yet."

  "Nor ever, I hope," said Nan, as she turned up her little nose."It--it smells so."

  Nothing more was heard of the smoking matter for several days,and it was about forgotten, when something else came to claim theattention of the Bobbsey twins and their friends.

  It was toward the close of school one afternoon, when all thepupils were wishing the hands of the clock would point to letting-outtime, that Nan, looking from the window, and away from her arithmeticbook, saw a few white flakes of snow sifting lazily down. At onceshe was all attention, and her lesson was forgotten.

  "Oh!" she thought, "it's snowing! And it looks as if it would bea big storm! Oh, I'm so glad!"

  Nan did not know all the trouble and misery a big snow storm cancause, so she may be forgiven for wishing for one. She only sawthe side of it that meant fun for her and her friends.

  The flakes were coming down faster now, and there was about themsomething which seemed to tell that this storm would be more thana mere flurry or squall, and that it would keep up for some time,making big drifts.

  But now a number of other pupils in the room had noticed thestorm, and eyes were out of doors rather than on books. The teachersaw that she was not getting the attention of her class, and sheunderstood the reason.

  "Now, boys and girls," she said gently, "you can have a good timein the snow after you get out of here. So please give attentionto your lessons for a few minutes more. Then you will be finished.Nan Bobbsey, you may go to the board and do the third example."

  But Nan was thinking so much of the fun she might have riding downhill, or snowballing with her friends, that she got the examplewrong, and had to go to her seat. Nor was Bert any more successful.

  Bert was busy thinking about putting a bell and a steering wheelon the new bob he and Charley had made, and when he was asked howmany times two and a half went into ten he answered: "Three." Hewas thinking how many times he would ring the bell on the bob whenhe came to a street crossing.

  When the Bobbsey twins, little and big, came out of school the snowwas coming down more thickly. The flakes were not so large, butthere were more of them, and they blew here and there in the wind,drifting into piles that would make the shoveling off of walks hardthe next day.

  There were just about enough of the white crystals on the ground,when the school children came out to make a few snowballs, and thisthey at once proceeded to do.

  Danny Rugg, who had not forgiven Bert for the many times the Bobbseylad had gotten the best of him, threw a ball at Freddie. But Bertwas on the watch, and managed to jump up and catch the white missilein his hand. Then he threw it at Danny, striking him on the neck.

  "Here! Where you throwin'?" demanded Danny, in angry tones.

  "The same place you are," replied Bert, not a bit afraid. "Goodweather for ice cream, Danny," he added, and Danny went off in anangry fashion.

  Other boys and girls too, threw the snowballs, but it wasin good-natured fun, and no one was hurt. Some rough boys did usehard snowballs, but they were soon left to play among themselves,while the others amused themselves with soft and fluffy missiles,which, breaking as they hit, scattered the white stuff all over,harming no one.

  The girls, while they played at this sport, also indulged in washingthe faces of each other. With handsful of snow they rubbed the earsand cheeks of their chums so that there came a healthy glow to theskin.

  One or two children, who lived near the school, ran in their yardsas soon as the classes were dismissed, and brought out their sleds.But the snow was too thin to pack well, and at best the coastingwas not good.

  "But it soon will be," declared Bert, as he and Charley walkedalong. "We must finish our bob in a hurry."

  "All right. We'll work on it late to-night."

  And so the sound of hammer, plane and saw was heard in the oldbarn, where the sled was being built, until nearly ten o'clock.

  "She ought to go very fast!" exclaimed Charley, as they paused tolook at their sled.

  "I'm sure she will," agreed Bert. "And we'll put some carpet onthe top of the main board, for a cushion for some of the girls."His chum agreed that this would be a good plan, and so the bob wasmade very attractive for the girls.

  Bert and Charley took the big sled out for a private trial on alittle hill behind the barn without telling anyone about it. Theyslid down very swiftly, and as they were walking up again Bertsaid:

  "I think we have a fast one all right, Charley."

  "I'm sure we have," was the answer.

  "It will pass anything on the main hill," went on Bert, and hisfriend believed him.

  The storm kept up all night, and in the morning there was snowenough to suit anyone. Bert laughed as he looked out of the windowand saw it.

  "There'll be coasting now all right!" he cried, as he saw the bigstretch of white over the fields and on the hills. "We can havebob sled races, too."

  "Can't we come?" asked Flossie.

  "We like sled rides," added Freddie.

  "You may come part of the time," answered Bert. "But big sledsaren't for little folks like you."

  Not far from the Bobbsey home was a long hill that was most excellentfor coasting. It was on this that Charley and Bert had decided totest their new sled on a long stretch.

  As they hauled it from the barn where it had been made, and startedto pull it to the hill, there were many laughs at the odd homemadeaffair. For Bert and Charley had done most of the work themselves,and it was rather rough.

  "She'll never coast!" cried one boy, with a laugh. He was quite afriend of Danny's.

  "Here comes the sled that can, though!" cried another, and Dannyhimself came into view, pulling a fine, new, big bob after him.

  "That's the fastest one on the hill," boasted another lad who washelping Danny pull his sled.

  "Well, I think ours is fast, too," said Bert calmly.

  "Do you want to race?" asked Danny with a sharp glance at Bert.

  "I don't mind," was the answer. It after school, following thefirst snow, and the hill was just right for coasting.

  "Come on! Come on!" cried a number of boys and girls, as they heardwhat went on between Danny and Bert. "There's going to be a raceon the big hill between the big bobs."

  There was much excitement. The sleds were the two largest ownedby anyone in the neighborhood, and both were fine ones. Danny hadbought his, but Bert and Charley had made theirs, and so, thoughit was not so fancy, it was stronger. Most eyes were on Danny'ssled, for it was painted in bright colors, and brightly varnished.It had a red cushion of carpet on the top, and places at the sideto rest one's feet.

  The bob of Bert and Charley was built just the same, but it waspainted in home-made fashion, and the carpet seat was an old andfaded one. But it had a new gong and a fine big steering wheel.

  "All ready for the race," cried Danny, as he got his sled inposition. "Who's going down with me?"

  A number of boys came forward.

  "Who's going with Bert and me?" asked Charley, and several othersstepped forward.

  "Go ahead, if you want to come in last!" sneered Danny, as he gothis sled in place "I'll tell 'em you're coming, Bert."

  "All right," was the cool answer. "Get on, boys!"

  Soon both sleds were filled, and all was ready for the big race--thefirst of the season.