THE FIRST SNOW
There was considerable talk among the boys in Danny's room after
Mr. Tetlow departed. And it was noticed that Danny and some of
his particular friends looked around with rather frightened faces,
over their shoulders, as they talked among themselves. What they
said could not be heard, for they spoke in whispers.
"I hope you weren't one of those boys, Bert," said Nan, as she
passed her brother on the way home from school that afternoon. "If
you were--"
"You needn't worry," he said, with a smile. "I'm not ready to
smoke 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 the
attention of the Bobbsey twins and their friends.
It was toward the close of school one afternoon, when all the
pupils were wishing the hands of the clock would point to letting-out
time, that Nan, looking from the window, and away from her arithmetic
book, saw a few white flakes of snow sifting lazily down. At once
she was all attention, and her lesson was forgotten.
"Oh!" she thought, "it's snowing! And it looks as if it would be
a big storm! Oh, I'm so glad!"
Nan did not know all the trouble and misery a big snow storm can
cause, so she may be forgiven for wishing for one. She only saw
the side of it that meant fun for her and her friends.
The flakes were coming down faster now, and there was about them
something which seemed to tell that this storm would be more than
a 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 the
storm, and eyes were out of doors rather than on books. The teacher
saw that she was not getting the attention of her class, and she
understood the reason.
"Now, boys and girls," she said gently, "you can have a good time
in the snow after you get out of here. So please give attention
to 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 down
hill, or snowballing with her friends, that she got the example
wrong, and had to go to her seat. Nor was Bert any more successful.
Bert was busy thinking about putting a bell and a steering wheel
on the new bob he and Charley had made, and when he was asked how
many times two and a half went into ten he answered: "Three." He
was thinking how many times he would ring the bell on the bob when
he came to a street crossing.
When the Bobbsey twins, little and big, came out of school the snow
was coming down more thickly. The flakes were not so large, but
there were more of them, and they blew here and there in the wind,
drifting into piles that would make the shoveling off of walks hard
the 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 this
they at once proceeded to do.
Danny Rugg, who had not forgiven Bert for the many times the Bobbsey
lad had gotten the best of him, threw a ball at Freddie. But Bert
was on the watch, and managed to jump up and catch the white missile
in 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. "Good
weather for ice cream, Danny," he added, and Danny went off in an
angry fashion.
Other boys and girls too, threw the snowballs, but it was
in good-natured fun, and no one was hurt. Some rough boys did use
hard 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 washing
the faces of each other. With handsful of snow they rubbed the ears
and cheeks of their chums so that there came a healthy glow to the
skin.
One or two children, who lived near the school, ran in their yards
as soon as the classes were dismissed, and brought out their sleds.
But the snow was too thin to pack well, and at best the coasting
was not good.
"But it soon will be," declared Bert, as he and Charley walked
along. "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 old
barn, where the sled was being built, until nearly ten o'clock.
"She ought to go very fast!" exclaimed Charley, as they paused to
look at their sled.
"I'm sure she will," agreed Bert. "And we'll put some carpet on
the 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 was
made very attractive for the girls.
Bert and Charley took the big sled out for a private trial on a
little hill behind the barn without telling anyone about it. They
slid down very swiftly, and as they were walking up again Bert
said:
"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 his
friend believed him.
The storm kept up all night, and in the morning there was snow
enough to suit anyone. Bert laughed as he looked out of the window
and saw it.
"There'll be coasting now all right!" he cried, as he saw the big
stretch of white over the fields and on the hills. "We can have
bob 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 sleds
aren't for little folks like you."
Not far from the Bobbsey home was a long hill that was most excellent
for coasting. It was on this that Charley and Bert had decided to
test their new sled on a long stretch.
As they hauled it from the barn where it had been made, and started
to pull it to the hill, there were many laughs at the odd homemade
affair. 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 a
friend of Danny's.
"Here comes the sled that can, though!" cried another, and Danny
himself came into view, pulling a fine, new, big bob after him.
"That's the fastest one on the hill," boasted another lad who was
helping 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 the
first snow, and the hill was just right for coasting.
"Come on! Come on!" cried a number of boys and girls, as they heard
what went on between Danny and Bert. "There's going to be a race
on the big hill between the big bobs."
There was much excitement. The sleds were the two largest owned
by anyone in the neighborhood, and both were fine ones. Danny had
bought his, but Bert and Charley had made theirs, and so, though
it was not so fancy, it was stronger. Most eyes were on Danny's
sled, for it was painted in bright colors, and brightly varnished.
It had a red cushion of carpet on the top, and places at the side
to rest one's feet.
The bob of Bert and Charley was built just the same, but it was
painted in home-made fashion, and the carpet seat was an old and
faded 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 in
position. "Who's going down with me?"
A number of boys came forward.
"Who's going with Bert and me?" asked Charley, and several others
stepped forward.
"Go ahead, if you want to come in last!" sneered Danny, as he got
his 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--the
first of the season.