near the cook's home until the Bobbseys should come back.
Mr. Bobbsey had left his business with his partner to look after, and Bert had said Tommy Todd could sail the ice-boat as much as he pleased while Bert was in New York.
"Well, I guess we're ready to start," said Mr. Bobbsey, when the house had been locked and the big automobile that was to take them to the station was puffing out in front. "All aboard!"
"This isn't the train. Daddy!" laughed Nan.
"No, but we'll soon be there," her father answered. "Come along."
Into the automobile they piled, parents, twins, baggage and all, and off they started. On the way to the depot Flossie cried:
"Oh, there's Uncle Jack!" and the sled of the woodchopper was seen moving slowly down the village street, with a load of logs piled high on it.
"Poor old man," murmured Mrs. Bobbsey. "Did you see if you could help him in any way?" she asked her husband.
"Yes, I have arranged it so that Uncle Jack
