“Is that all?” asked Flossie, when the curtain went down for the last time, and the people began getting up to leave.

“That’s all,” her mother told her.  “Didn’t you like it?”

“Oh, yes, it was nice,” said Flossie.  “But they didn’t have as much red fire as I wanted to see.”

“And they didn’t have a single fire engine!” sighed Freddie.

“Too bad!” laughed Bert.  “We’ll look for a show for you, Freddie, where they have nothing but fire engines!”

But, after all, even without quite enough red fire and not a fire engine on the stage, the play was enjoyed by the Bobbsey twins and their little friends, the Martin children.

“Where are we going?’ asked Nan, as they came out of the theater and Mr. Bobbsey led the children toward a big automobile that stood at the curb.

“We are going to the Martins for the evening,” answered Daddy Bobbsey.  “Mr. Martin sent down his auto for us, so we don’t have to go out in the storm.”

“It was very kind of him,” added Mrs. Bobbsey.

“I like the snow!” cried Freddie.  “I’m going to make a snow fort, to-morrow, and a snow man.”

“And I’m going to make a little snow doll!” declared Flossie.

“Wait until you see if there’s snow enough,” advised Bert.

“Will there be much, do you think?” Nan inquired of Nell.

“Well, we don’t often have a very heavy fall of snow here,” was the answer, “though it sometimes happens.  It’s snowing hard now.”

And so it was, And the weather was getting cold, too, almost as cold as back in Lakeport.  But the Bobbseys were used to it.  Their eyes were shining and their cheeks were red.  Flossie and Freddie tried to catch the drifting snow flakes dancing down from the sky.  But there was quite a crowd on the side-walk coming out of the theater, and every one seemed to get in the way of the little Bobbsey twins, so they did not have much luck catching the white crystals.

Into the big, closed auto they piled, and soon they were rolling along the snow-covered streets of Washington toward the home of Nell and Billy Martin.  Mr. and Mrs. Martin would be waiting at their house to greet the Bobbseys.  It was dark, now, and the lighted lamps made the snow sparkle like a million diamonds.

“Oh, it’s just lovely!” sighed Nan, as she leaned back against the cushions and peered from the window.

“It looks just like a fairy play out there,” and Nell pointed to the glittering snow.

“It looks like—­like one of those funny Christmas cards that twinkle so!” declared Freddie.

“Oh, it will soon be Christmas, won’t it?” exclaimed Flossie, who sat on her mother’s lap.  “I wonder what I’ll get!”

“I want something, too!” cried Freddie.  “Oh, won’t it be nice at Christmas!”

“Yes, it will soon be here—­much sooner than we think,” said Mr. Bobbsey.

“Shall we go home for Christmas?” Nan asked.