"Very well," said the old lady. "Since you wish it, I'll give the
hundred dollars to the Red Cross; and very glad I am to do it, Mr.
Bobbsey. I would gladly have paid even more to get back my sugar bowl
and pitcher."
"It would hardly be right for the children to have so much money," he
said. "The Red Cross needs it for poor and starving children in other
lands."
"Very well," answered Miss Pompret. "But at least let me give them back
the dollar and thirty-four cents they spent to get the dishes. That was
their own spending money, I presume."
"Yes," said Mr. Bobbsey, "it was. And I don't mind if you give that
back."
So Nan and Bert did not really lose anything, and soon the disappointed
feeling about not getting the reward wore off. They were glad it was to
go to the Red Cross.
And the next morning, when they awakened to find the ground a foot deep
in snow, their joy knew no bounds. They forgot all about rewards, china
dishes, and even Washington.
"Now for some coasting!" cried Bert.
"And snow men!" added Freddie.
"And I'm going to make a snow house for my Washington doll!" cried
Flossie.
"Oh, I love snow!" ejaculated Nan.
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