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You children have to have some new clothes, and Daddy has to look after his business here. I think we will close this house, and Dinah and Sam can visit their friends." "What about Snap and Snoop?" asked Flossie. "Oh, let's take them!" begged Freddie. "It would be no fun going to New York with pet cats and dogs," said Bert. "They'd only be in the way or get lost."
You let it go," went on the brother, without realizing that his sister could not reach the boat, nor the string either, for that matter. "Oh, it's going far away!" cried Flossie; almost in tears. The little boat was certainly making its way out into the lake, and it sailed along so proudly, it must have been very glad to be free. "There's Hal Bingham's boat," ventured Flossie.
'It is poor little Flossie, ma'am, he said, touching his hat: 'she must have got out into the road and recognised the carriage, for she was under the horses' feet. This lady got her out somehow. And indeed I had no idea how I had managed it. One of the horses had reared, and his front hoof almost touched me as I snatched up Flossie.
When Jack Trevellian returned from his unsuccessful wooing the previous summer, he had in strict confidence told Flossie why he failed, so that she knew of Bessie's engagement to Neil, but did not feel at liberty to communicate what she knew to Grey, even though she guessed the nature of his feelings for Bessie.
Nan perched herself up on the saw-horse, and pretended she was galloping about the ring. A number of boys and girls came to the show, each one bringing the five pins, so that Flossie had many of them to stick on the cushion which was her cash-box. Bert was very funny as a clown, and he turned somersaults in the hay. Once he landed on a hard place on the barn floor, and cried: "Ouch!"
"But you shouldn't have slipped away while we were talking and come in here all alone," went on Mother Bobbsey. "Why did you do it?" "I was hungry," said Freddie, and that seemed to be all there was to it. "Our cookies were all in crumbs," explained Flossie. "They wasn't a one left in my basket. I was hungry, too." "I presume that's as good an excuse as any," said Mr. Bobbsey, with a laugh.
And look how they clapped him why, they made as much fuss about him as any of the actors. I say, wouldn't you like to hear them calling 'Author! Author!? And then clapping!" "H'm!" "Oh, wouldn't you love it just; you needn't pretend! Look there, I declare I've split my glove." "If you clapped me I would, Flossie. I should need all the consolation I could get if I'd written as bad a play."
Flossie and Freddie looked up into his kindly, wrinkled face, the cheeks glowing red like two rosy apples, and they knew they would be well taken care of. Uncle Jack was a fine, honest man, and he was always kind to children, who, often in the Summer, would gather flowers near his lonely log cabin.
"We're going to the circus! We're going to the circus!" The children were delighted with the pleasure in store for them. They talked of little else, and when they found that Tom Mason and Mabel Herold were also going to the show, they were more than delighted. "Oh, what fun we'll have!" cried Nan. "I I hope none of the wild animals get loose," said Flossie, with rather a serious face. "Nonsense!
Bobbsey walked toward him. "Oh, don't don't whip him, papa!" exclaimed Flossie. "I don't intend to," said Mr. Bobbsey. "But I must be stern with him or he will think I'm only playing. Go back!" he cried. The dog stretched out on the path, his head down between his fore paws. "He he looks sad," said Freddie. "Maybe he hasn't any home, papa."
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