"Sam and Dick, wake up, we've struck a, bonanza!" he cried, and
hauled both from under the covers. All laughed heartily, and
marched down to the dining room with the stockings over their
shoulders.
"A merry Christmas to Uncle Randolph from of us," said Tom,
handing over a much coveted volume on agriculture. "And a merry
Christmas to Aunt Martha from three bad boys," added Sam, and
turned over a fancy work-basket, both presents having been
purchased at Ithaca on the journey home.
"Ha! Just what I desired!" said Randolph Rover, adjusting his
spectacles. "I am very much obliged, boys -- I am, indeed!"
"Such a pretty basket!" murmured Mrs. Rover. "It was very good of
you!" and she, hugged each lad in his turn. Then came more
presents -- neckties, collars, and gloves for the boys, besides a
book for each written by a favorite juvenile writer.
"The snow is two feet deep!" said Dick, after an inspection, when
breakfast had come to an end. "We're booked for the house today!"
"We'll wait until afternoon," said Mr. Rover.
It was a happy time, even if they were snowed in. Soon the warm
sun came out and brought the snow down a little. "Best kind of
sleighing now," said the hired man, and drove around the biggest
sleigh on the place.
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