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Oh!" cried the Bobbsey twins in firelight, as they looked at their two pets. "What lots of things have happened since we came back from the seashore," said Nan, little later. "I wonder if the rest of the Winter will be as lively as this first part has been?" "Maybe," said Bert with a smile.

Bobbsey going away, except for five minutes or so. "Give our love to Uncle Jack," said Freddie, as he kissed his father, and started back for the Whipple rooms, where he and Laddie were building a bridge of books for the toy train of cars to cross a river, which was made of a piece of broken looking glass.

I really don't know what we are going to do." "Nor I," sighed Mrs. Bobbsey. "We counted on Aunt Emeline all the while, and now I don't know whom else I can get on such short notice. Can't we wait a while about going West?" she asked her husband. "I don't very well see how we can wait," answered Mr. Bobbsey. "The tickets are bought, and all my plans are made.

"I will," said Bert, and he turned the steering wheel of his bob, while Luke Morton, in the rear, pulled hard on the bell, making it clang out a loud warning. "Look out where you're going, Bert Bobbsey!" warned Danny, looking back. "You're coming over on my side of the hill!" "No I'm not. I'm away from the middle, even," said Bert, "Besides, I'm behind you."

Bobbsey shook his head, "this sugar bowl has a lion marked on the bottom, it is true, but it isn't the same kind that is on Miss Pompret's fine china. This tableware is made in Trenton, New Jersey, and it is new it isn't as old as that Miss Pompret showed you. Now please pick up the sugar, and don't act so quickly again."

She opened the curtains and looked out. Freddie and his father had gone to sleep in the berth just across from her, but now she saw a little white bundle lying on the carpeted floor of the car. "What is that? Who is it?" the mother of the twins exclaimed. Mr. Bobbsey poked his head out from between his curtains. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Anything gone wrong?" he added sleepily.

Bobbsey, as a gentleman got up, when the train approached a station. "You can sit there, and let Flossie or Freddie take your place." "All right," answered Bert good-naturedly, as he got up. The train rolled on, the two younger twins each having a window now, and Nan occupying the seat with her little brother. For a time there was quietness, until Mrs.

They were short and fat, instead of tall and thin. So you see the two sets of twins were very different. Oh! such good times as the Bobbsey twins had! I could not tell you all of them, if I wrote a dozen books. But some of the good times I have related in the first book. In the second, called "The Bobbsey Twins in the Country," there are more happenings mentioned.

"I am not!" retorted Danny. "It will be a walkover for me once I start. But I don't want Bert Bobbsey saying I took advantage of him, after the race is over." "You needn't be afraid I won't say so I won't have to," replied Bert. "All the same I think it would be better if we each had a push. I want to be fair, too."

Get 'long there, Doll!" he called to one horse. "Go 'long, Kit!" he urged the other. The horses did move a little faster at that, then suddenly something snapped and the horses turned to one side. "Whoa! Whoa!" called Hank, jerking on the reins. But it was too late! The stage coach was in a hole! Several screamed. "Sit still!" called Mr. Bobbsey to the excited party.