No, you can't
drive--I have to keep my mind busy some way and driving is a good plan."
"Why are we going to Fernwood?" asked Twaddles. "Daddy said it was
about freight."
"And you don't see why we slight the Oak Hill station--is that it?" Sam
returned good-naturedly. "Well, Twaddles, this consignment got
side-tracked and it's some new office equipment your father wants right
away; it is quicker to drive over and get it, than have it re-routed."
Twaddles said "Oh," and immediately wanted to know how many miles it
was to Fernwood.
"Ten or twelve," said Sam. "And mind you dress warmly enough."
"Oh, I have lots to wear," Twaddles assured him. "This is my last year
coat, you know."
"But you want to remember the wind blows pretty hard on that back
road," said Sam. "If you think you're going to be the least bit
chilly, you'd better put plenty of newspapers around you."
"You think you can tease me, but you can't," Twaddles told him
scornfully. "Paper isn't warm."
"That's just where you make your mistake," declared Sam gravely.
"There is nothing warmer than paper--fold two or three newspapers under
your sweater and you can face the stiffest wind and be comfortable."
Twaddles looked unconvinced. But when he went back to the house and
asked Norah, she, too, said that newspapers kept out the cold.
"Say, Dot," said Twaddles to his twin two minutes later. "Sam and
Norah say newspapers will keep you warmer than--than anything.
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