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HALF A DOZEN BOYS.
CHAPTER IV.
THE OTHER BOYS.
Bess was in her element.
“Cousin Bess,” Rob had said that morning, “may some of us boys come up to-night, or will we be in the way?”
“Not a bit of it!” replied Bess heartily; “I wish you would. Who are coming?”
“Oh, just the regular crowd, Ted and Phil and Bert and Sam. The boys wanted me to ask if we might, for fear you’d be out, or busy, or something.”
That afternoon the first flakes of a snowstorm were falling, as Bess started to make her usual pilgrimage to Fred, and by evening it lay over all things soft and white.
“I am afraid your boys won’t come,” said Mrs. Carter, as they sat lingering over their dinner. “It is too bad, when you are all ready for your candy-pull.”
“Don’t you worry,” predicted Bess, as she
