"It was certainly wrong, Nan," she said. "After this I hope my little girl will try to do better." "I shall try," answered Nan. It was long after the dinner hour before the excitement died away. Then it was learned that Grace was resting quietly in an easy chair and the doctor had ordered that she be kept quiet for several days. She was very much frightened and had told her parents that she would never jump rope again. The time was the fall of the year, and that Saturday evening there was a feeling of snow in the air stronger than before. "Oh, if only it would snow!" came from Bert, several times. "I like winter better than anything." "I don't," answered Nan. "Think of the nice flowers we have in the summer." "You can't have much fun with flowers, Nan." "Yes, you can. And think of the birds----" "I like the summer," piped in Freddie, "cos then we go to the country where the cows and the chickens are!" "Yes, and gather the eggs," put in Flossie, who had gathered eggs many times during the summer just past, while on a visit to their Uncle Daniel Bobbsey's farm at Meadow Brook. All of the Bobbsey children thought Meadow Brook the finest country place in all the world. Bert's wish for snow was soon gratified. Sunday morning found it snowing steadily, the soft flakes coming down silently and covering the ground to the depth of several inches. "Winter has come after all!" cried the boy. "Wish it was Monday instead of Sunday." "The snow is not quite deep enough for sleighing yet," returned his father. Despite the storm, all attended church in the morning, and the four children and Mrs. Bobbsey went to Sunday school in the afternoon. The lady taught a class of little girls and had Flossie as one of her pupils. To the children, traveling back and forth through the snow was great sport, and Bert couldn't resist the temptation to make several snowballs and throw them at the other boys. The other boys threw back in return and Bert's hat was knocked off. "Bert, this will not do on Sunday," said Mrs. Bobbsey, and there the snowballing came to an end. All through that night the snow continued to come down, and on Monday morning it was over a foot deep. The air was crisp and cold and all of the children felt in the best of spirits. "Nan and Bert can go to school," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But I think Freddie and Flossie had better stay home. Walking would come too hard on them." "I want to go out in the snow!" cried Freddie. "I don't want to stay indoors all day." "You shall go out later on, in the garden," replied his mother. "They can watch Sam shovel off the snow," put in Mr. Bobbsey. Sam was the man of all work. He and Dinah, the cook, were married and lived in some pleasant rooms over the stable.