THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE

CONTENTS

CHAPTER


I. THE RUNAWAYS

II. OLD MR. CARFORD

III. THE BIG SNOWBALL

IV. THE ACCUSATION

V. HOLIDAYS AT HAND

VI. A VISIT TO MR. CARFORD

VII. THE STORY OF SNOW LODGE

VIII. A KIND OFFER

IX. MR. BOBBSEY'S STORY

X. UNWELCOME NEWS

XI. MAKING PLANS

XII. THE LETTERS

XIII. IN A HARD BLOW

XIV. AT SNOW LODGE

XV. THE SNOW SLIDE

XVI. LOST IN THE WOODS

XVII. HENRY BURDOCK

XVIII. SNOWBALLS

XIX. SNAP IS GONE

XX. THE BIG STORM

XXI. THE FALLING TREE

XXII. THE MISSINC MONEY




CHAPTER I

THE RUNAWAYS


"Will Snap pull us, do you think, Freddie?" asked little Flossie
Bobbsey, as she anxiously looked at her small brother, who was fastening
a big, shaggy dog to his sled by means of a home-made harness. "Do you
think he'll give us a good ride?"

"Sure he will, Flossie," answered Freddie with an air of wisdom. "I
explained it all to him, and I've tried him a little bit. He pulled
fine, and you won't be much heavier. I'll have the harness all fixed in
a minute, and then we'll have a grand ride."

"Do you think Snap will be strong enough to pull both of us?" asked the
little girl.

"Of course he will!" exclaimed Freddie firmly. "He's as good as an
Esquimo dog, and we saw some pictures of them pulling sleds bigger than
ours."

"That's so," admitted Flossie. "Well, hurry up, please, Freddie 'cause
I'm cold standing here, and I want to get under the blankets on the sled
and have a nice ride."

"I'll hurry all right, Flossie. You go up there by Snap's head and pat
him. Then he'll stand stiller, and I can fix the harness on him
quicker."

Flossie, with a shake of her light curls, and a stamp of her little feet
to rid them of the snow from the drift in which she had been standing,
went closer to the fine-looking and intelligent dog, who did not seem to
mind being all tied up with ropes and leather straps to Freddie's sled.

"Good old Snap!" exclaimed Flossie, patting his head. "You're going to
give Freddie and me a fine ride; aren't you, old fellow?"

Snap barked and wagged his tail violently.

"Hey! Stop that!" cried Freddie. "He's flopping his tail right in my
face!" the little boy added. "I can't see to fasten this strap. Hold his
tail, Flossie."