thy, who was not used to the activities of the Bobbseys.
"Oh, don't worry!" cried Harry. "We'll look after you girls."
"They think they will," murmured Nan, looking at her cousin. "I guess I know almost as much about the Ice Bird as Bert does."
"Where is your ice-boat?" asked Harry of Bert, as they kept on along the path that led to the lake.
"Over in the next cove. I had her out the other day, and the wind died out, leaving me there. Since then we've been so busy getting ready to go to Snow Lodge that I haven't had time to bring her back to the dock."
"Will she be safe over there?"
"I guess so—hardly anybody goes there in winter."
The two cousins—Harry from the country and Dorothy from the seashore,—in each of which places the Bobbseys had spent part of the preceding summer,—had followed soon after their letters, and had been warmly welcomed by Nan, Bert, Flossie and Freddie. The
