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go and tell Mrs. Lavine?” asked another girl who stood near.

      “No—yes,” answered Nan. She was so bewildered she scarcely knew what to say. “Oh, isn’t it awful!”

      They gathered close around the fallen girl, but nobody dared to touch her. While they were there, and one had gone to tell Mrs. Lavine, a gentleman came up. It was Mr. Bobbsey, coming home from the lumber yard for lunch.

      “What is the trouble?” he asked, and then saw Grace. “What happened to her?”

      “She was—was jumping rope, and couldn’t jump any more,” sobbed Nan. “Oh, papa, she—isn’t de—dead, is she?”

      Mr. Bobbsey was startled and with good reason, for he had heard of more than one little girl dying from too much jumping. He took the limp form up in his arms and hurried to the Lavine house with it. “Run and tell Doctor Briskett,” he called back to Nan.

      The physician mentioned lived but a short block away, and Nan ran as fast as her feet could carry her. The doctor had just come in from making his morning calls and had his hat and overcoat still on.

      “Oh, Doctor Briskett, do come at once!” she sobbed. “Grace Lavine is dead, and we did it, turning the rope for her!”

      “Grace Lavine dead?” repeated the dumfounded doctor.

      “Yes! yes!”

      “Where is she?”

      “Papa just carried her into her house.”

      Without waiting to hear more, Doctor Briskett ran toward the Lavine residence, around which quite a crowd had now collected. In the crowd was Bert.

      “Is Grace really dead?” he asked.

      “I—I—guess so,” answered Nan. “Oh, Bert, it’s dreadful! I was turning the rope and she had reached ninety-seven, when all at once she sank down, and—” Nan could not go on, but leaned on her twin brother’s arm for support.

      “You girls are crazy to jump rope so much,” put in a big boy, Danny Rugg by name. Danny was something of a bully and very few of the girls liked him.

      “It’s no worse than playing football,” said a big girl.

      “Yes, it is, much worse,” retorted Danny. “Rope jumping brings on heart disease. I heard father tell about it.”

      “I hope Grace didn’t get heart disease,” sobbed Nan.

      “You turned the rope,” went on Danny maliciously. “If she dies, they’ll put you in prison, Nan Bobbsey.”

      “They shan’t do it!” cried Bert, coming to his sister’s rescue. “I won’t let them.”

      “Much you can stop ’em, Bert Bobbsey.”

      “Can’t I?”

      “No, you can’t.”

      “I’ll see if I can’t,” answered Bert, and he gave Danny such a look that the latter edged away, thinking he was going to be attacked.

      Doctor Briskett had gone into the house and the crowd hung around impatiently, waiting for news. The excitement increased, and Mrs. Bobbsey came forth, followed by Freddie and Flossie, who had just finished playing horse.

      “Nan, Nan! what can it mean?” said Mrs. Bobbsey.

      “Oh, mamma!” murmured Nan, and sank, limp and helpless, into her mother’s arms.

      Just then Mr. Bobbsey came forth from the Lavine residence. Seeing his wife supporting their daughter, he hurried in that direction.

      “Grace is not dead,” he announced. “She had a fainting spell, that is all. But I think after this she had better leave rope skipping alone.”

      CHAPTER III

      The First Snow Storm

      Nan felt greatly relieved to learn that Grace was not dead.

      “Oh, mamma, I am so glad!” she said, over and over again.

      “I am glad too,” answered Mrs. Bobbsey. “Her mamma has told her several times not to jump so much.”

      “Yes, I heard her.” Nan’s eyes dropped. “I was wicked to turn the rope for her.”

      In the end Nan told her mother the whole story, to which Mrs. Bobbsey listened very gravely.

      “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.

      “Yes, let us watch him!” cried Flossie, and soon she and Freddie were at the window, watching the colored man as he banked up the snow on either side of the garden walk and the sidewalk. Once Sam made a motion as if to throw a shovelful of snow at the window, and this made them dodge back in alarm and then laugh heartily.

      The school was only a few blocks away from the Bobbsey home, but

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