"It's a one-session day!" she said triumphantly. "The teachers have to go to a lecture this afternoon. Oh, Mother, you went riding in a sleigh when you were a little girl and I never did." "And you've been in automobiles and when I was a little girl I never did," Mother Blossom said gaily. "However, we'll ask Daddy." Father Blossom looked at Meg, a twinkle in his eye. "I was careless to mention 'sleigh'," he announced. "But I still think Sam will have to go with a horse, instead of a foundry truck; and if four children were ready and warmly dressed about quarter of one, I shouldn't wonder if that sleigh stopped before this house." My goodness, there was no more peace at the table after that. The twins nearly went crazy and they wanted to put their leggings on at once, while Bobby and Meg for some mysterious reason seemed to feel that the sooner they got to school, the earlier they would be dismissed and they hurried away a quarter of an hour before the usual time. "You don't think it will hurt Dot, then?" said Mother Blossom as her husband began to pull on his coat ready to go to the foundry. "Oh, it's a sunny day and she is about over that cold," he answered. "I think the fresh air will do her good." Dot and Twaddles, who had heard the question and were listening anxiously for the reply, sped away to the kitchen to tell Norah where they were going. You might have thought that the twins were setting out for the North Pole, the way they started to get ready. They got out their rubbers and brushed them carefully. They put their sweaters and scarfs and mittens on one chair, their warm coats on another and their hats on the table. Then they went out on the back porch and shook their leggings and put them on still another chair. How Mother Blossom did laugh when she saw everything spread out. "We don't want to keep Sam waiting," explained Dot seriously. "Bobby and Meg will have their things on, but Twaddles and I have a lot to do." At that moment Twaddles was out in the barn asking the patient Sam questions. "Yes, your father told me you could go," said Sam. "Yes, the dog can go too--the more the merrier, as far as I am concerned. No, you can't drive--I have to keep my mind busy some way and driving is a good plan." "Why are we going to Fernwood?" asked Twaddles. "Daddy said it was about freight." "And you don't see why we slight the Oak Hill station--is that it?" Sam returned good-naturedly. "Well, Twaddles, this consignment got side-tracked and it's some new office equipment your father wants right away; it is quicker to drive over and get it, than have it re-routed." Twaddles said "Oh," and immediately wanted to know how many miles it was to Fernwood. "Ten or twelve," said Sam. "And mind you dress warmly enough." "Oh, I have lots to wear," Twaddles assured him. "This is my last year coat, you know."