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"Well, you won't find farm work very easy," spoke Uncle Daniel, as he came out to listen to the runaway's story. "And I think you had better go back to your guardian," he added. "He has been looking for you." "So Bert said," remarked Frank, "but I'll never go back to that lumber office to be treated as I was before. Mr. Mason really wasn't fair to me." "Perhaps he meant to be," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"Well, he said he was just as glad as you children were, that there was to be no more school for a month," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. "Though, of course, he was sorry that the steam boiler had broken. And then he said he had some wonderful news to tell us all." "Oh, I know what it is!" cried Bert. "What?" asked Nan.
"I guess he wants us to take him home with us." "Oh, let's do it!" begged Flossie. "Please, papa," pleaded Freddie. "We haven't got Snoop now, so let us have a dog. And I'm sure we could teach him to do tricks he's so smart." "And so he's coming after us still!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "Well, well, I don't know what to do," and he came to a stop on the path.
The last the Bobbseys had observed of the farmer was as he stood near his wire fence, shaking his fist at the houseboat. Mr. Bobbsey did not just know how he was going to get past the fence with the Bluebird, or how he could get Mr. Hardee to cut the wire. The twins' father decided to ask the advice of some friends.
And not all the bright lights, nor the music which played all during the meal, could stop Flossie and Freddie from eating, nor Bert and Nan, either. The twins were very hungry. The next day Mrs. Bobbsey took Nan and Flossie shopping with her, while Mr.
Bobbsey's automobile was in the lumberyard, and in this the trip was quickly made to the home of the four twins, after Mrs. Bobbsey had been told, by telephone, that company was coming Nell and Billy were glad to see Flossie and Freddie, and the six children had fun playing around the house and barn with Snoop and Snap. Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey wanted Mr.
"And our silver cup," added Flossie. "Well, certainly the dog doesn't seem to want to go home," said Mr. Bobbsey, after he had tried two or three times more to drive the animal back. But it would not go. "Go on a little farther," suggested Mrs. Bobbsey. "By the time we get to the trolley he may get tired, and go back. And if we want to lose him I think we can, by getting on the car quickly."
"But, perhaps it might bother your wife." "Oh, no!" laughed Mr. Bobbsey. "She likes company. I'll telephone out that we're coming, and Dinah, that's our cook, will be delighted to get up something extra. They'll be glad to see you. Come out to the house, all of you, and make me a nice visit. Can't you stay a day or so?"
"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.
"Good-by!" echoed Bob Guess. "I wonder if we'll ever see him again," murmured Bert. And he was to see the strange lad again, under queer circumstances. "Come, children, your ice cream will get cold!" called Mrs. Bobbsey, who had come from the pavilion to summon the little guests. "Ice cream get cold! Ha! Ha!" laughed Grace Lavine. "I like mine cold," chuckled Dannie Rugg.
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