But Friday evening the paper said cold and clear, and sure enough, on Saturday morning it was as nice as one would wish. From behind masses of thin clouds the sun peeped shyly, lighting up the snow until it shone like huge beds of diamonds. They were to drive to Dalton, twelve miles away. Mr. Bobbsey had learned that the road to Dalton was in good condition, and the family had friends there who would be pleased to see them and have them remain to dinner. By half-past nine the big family sleigh was at the door, with Sam on the front seat, driving. Into the sleigh piled the four children, and Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey followed. "Want to sit by Sam and help drive," said Freddie, and he was lifted over to the desired position. Then off they went, with a crack of the whip and jingling of sleigh-bells that could be heard a long distance. "Oh, but isn't this just too splendid for anything!" exclaimed Nan, who sat at one side of the seat, with her mamma on the other and Flossie between them. "I do love sleigh riding so much!" "See me drive!" cried Freddie, who held the very end of the reins, the part dangling from Sam's hands. "Well, Freddie, don't let the team run away," said Mr. Bobbsey, with a laugh. "I shan't," answered the little fellow soberly. "If they try to run away, I'll whip them good." "You'll never stop them that way," said Bert. "You want to talk gently to them." On and on they went, over the smooth snow. The horses were fresh and full of spirit, and mile after mile was passed with a speed that pleased all of the twins very much. They passed several other sleighing parties, and every time this was done the children set up a merry shout which was sure to call forth an equally merry answer. A large part of the ride was through the country, and often the country folks would come to the doors to see them pass. Once they met a boy on the road and he asked for a ride to his home, half a mile away. "Yes, jump in," said Mr. Bobbsey, and the boy got in and was taken to his house almost before he knew it. "Much obliged," he said on leaving them. "You're fine people, you are," and he took off his hat at parting. "It was nice to give him a ride," said Nan. "It didn't cost us anything and he liked it a great deal, I am sure." "We must never forget to do a kindness when we can, Nan," said her mamma. Before noon Dalton was reached and they drove up to the home of Mr. Ramdell, as their friend was named. Immediately Bob Ramdell, a youth of sixteen, rushed eagerly out to greet Bert. "I'm glad you've come," he cried. "I've been watching for you for an hour." "It isn't noon yet," answered Bert. All were soon into the house and Sam drove the sleigh around to the barn. Bob Ramdell had a sister Susie, who was almost Nan's age, and a baby brother called Tootsie, although his real name was Alexander. Susie was glad to see Nan and Flossie, and all were soon playing with the baby, who was just old enough to be amusing.