After supper, or dinner as it is more often called, the children had fun
playing games and looking at picture books, while the older folk talked
among themselves. Mr. and Mrs. Martin were quite interested in hearing
of how the Chinese children cried when the fire cracker went off.
"I have never seen any of the ambassadors or the ministers from the
Oriental countries wear their native dress," said Mr. Martin. "But there
is no reason why they shouldn't."
"No," said Mr. Bobbsey, "there isn't. If we went to a foreign country we
would want to wear the clothes we had always worn at home, and we
wouldn't like to be stared at for doing it, either."
The evening passed pleasantly, but at last Mrs. Bobbsey noticed that
Flossie and Freddie were getting sleepy, so she said they would have to
go back to the hotel and to bed.
"And I hope the fire engines don't wake us up to-night," said Nan. "I
want to sleep."
"I do, too," added her mother. Nothing happened that night, and in the
morning there was enough snow on the ground for the making of a small
snow man, at least, and as many snowballs as the children wanted to
throw at him.
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