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"Not any, I guess," laughed Bert. "We'll find them when we get to Cowdon, where mother's ranch is." Before they knew it the Bobbsey twins had walked quite a little way along a path into the woods. They heard the sound of axes being used to chop down trees, and they were eager to see the lumbermen at work. "Oh, look at this big tree!" called Freddie to Bert. "Some one cut it almost down!"
Whipple had left the room, to see a lady who called, when Freddie, taking a last look from the window to the street below, said: "I know how we could have some fun!" "How?" asked Laddie. "Get in one of the police wagons and have a ride," went on the small Bobbsey boy. "Oh, let's do it!" cried Flossie, always ready for anything that Freddie proposed. "How you going to do it?" she asked her brother.
It was Sunday, and the storm kept up all day so hard that the smaller Bobbsey twins could not go to Sunday school, though Nan and Bert managed to get there. And, as it was Sunday, the glass-man could not come to fix the broken window. But the shutters were kept closed, and with a blanket over the holes it was not so bad.
"Be careful, now!" called Mrs. Bobbsey, as the children ran off. "We will," they promised. And really they meant to, but you know how it often is things happen that you can't help. "There's the swing!" cried Harry, pointing to it dangling from the sturdy limb of the big apple tree. "Daddy put it up for me last week. I'm glad you came. We can have lots of fun in it."
Carford, who was on his way home from the store, and had been given a ride. The invitation had followed. "I'll take good care of them, Mrs. Bobbsey," said the elderly gentleman, as Mrs. Bobbsey went out to tuck in Flossie and Freddie "I've got to run into Newton and back again this afternoon, so I thought they'd like the ride." "Indeed it is very kind of you," said the children's mother.
Bobbsey declared, but that was easier said than done, for no sooner would one of the Bobbseys approach the cat than Snoop would walk himself off. And not on the floor either, but up and down the velvet chairs, and in and out under the passengers' arms. Strange to say, not one of the people minded it, but all petted Snoop until, as Bert said, "He owned the car." "Dat cat am de worst!"
Bobbsey, when, to my great surprise, they let me know that he is their father, and along you came." "Yes, these are my youngsters," said Mr. Bobbsey, smiling at Bert and Nan and Flossie and Freddie. "Sam Johnson helps us look after them, and his wife, Dinah, cooks for us. But what did you want to see me about?" and he looked at the man. "Don't you remember me?" came the question. Mr.
The Bobbsey twins watched the painter put the varnish on the floor. The varnish was like a clear, amber paint and made the floor almost as shiny as glass, so it looked like new. "There!" exclaimed the painter when he had finished. "Now don't walk on the floor until morning. Then the varnish will be dry and hard, and you won't stick fast. Don't any of you go in." "We won't," promised the twins.
But I don't want to stay I want to go home." "All right, you shall go. But this beats me!" "Are you the man who owns the store?" questioned Freddie curiously. At this the man laughed. "No; wish I did. I'm the night watchman. Let me see, what is your name?" "Freddie Bobbsey. My papa owns the lumber yard." "Oh, yes, I remember now. Well, Freddie, I reckon your papa will soon come after you.
Bobbsey and the foreman could reach the pony cart, in which the Bobbsey twins were now seated, something happened. There was the report of a shot, and a moment later the pony started off at a fast gallop, dragging the cart and the children after him. "Oh, he's running away!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "Stop the runaway pony!" Ponies can not run as fast as can horses, not being as large.
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