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Carford has told you part of the story, I may as well tell you the other half, I suppose." "Oh, another story!" cried Flossie, in delight. "Yes, we must be quiet and listen," said Freddie, as he drew up a stool close to his father. "It isn't a very nice sort of story," went on Mr. Bobbsey. "In fact it is rather sad. But I'll tell it to you, anyhow. Did Mr.
"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.
I want you particularly to meet the boy. He will interest you." Miss Tolley appeared to be getting muddled. "Whose boy?" she demanded. "Ivanoff's," explained the Human Document. "He was our only child." Flossie appeared, towing a white-haired, distinguished-looking man, a Mr. Folk. She introduced him and immediately disappeared. Joan wished she had been left alone a little longer.
Oh, it is all over, and I shall never see him again." Another paroxysm of sobs, and a flood of tears. Maude's sisterly sympathy was, at last, aroused. "Don't take on so, Flossie. Perhaps he didn't do it after all." "But father is so indignant. Think of his being paid back with his own money." Maude could not help laughing. "That was rather nervy, I'll admit.
"Then, when Bert and I let go the ropes and jumped in the mow, a lot of hay came down all at once, and then I I didn't see Flossie and Freddie any more. They surely were under the hay!" "Yes," agreed Bert, "they were. But they aren't here now. Maybe they fell down through the floor!" he added hopefully. "The cow stable is under this part of the barn."
They were both blissfully unaware that Nature cares nothing about love, but was bent upon using them for the only end she does care about, the end that gives to love the illusion of its own eternity. But Maddox saw through it in a minute. It was in the earlier stages of the poet's illness, and Maddox had happened to put his head into Rickman's room at the moment when Flossie, compelled by Mrs.
The last call awoke Nan and Bert, and before long all were scrambling out to see what the stockings might contain. "Oh, I've got a doll!" shrieked Flossie, and brought forth a wonderful affair of paper. "I have a jumping-jack!" came from Freddie, and he began to work the toy up and down in a most comical fashion.
"But I saw the smoke coming out of the kitchen, and I knew there was a fire." "It wasn't 'zactly a fire," said Stella. "But I guess the candy burned up. It's as bad as when we dropped all of ours on the floor." But good-natured Dinah made another pan of the sweet stuff for Flossie. This did not burn, and it was soon turned out into the buttered tin to cool.
Bobbsey, with a smile, hugging his "little fat fireman" and his "fat fairy," one after the other. "Where in the world have you been?" "Oh, we heard a hand organ and we went to look at the monkey and it chewed Flossie's hat and we're here!" gasped Freddie, all in one breath. "And I got a new hat, and you'll please pay for it, Daddy," added Flossie.
His tail kept wagging all the while. "Well, we'll see what happens when we get to the trolley," decided Mr. Bobbsey, thinking that there would be the best and only place to get rid of the dog. "Come along, children." Freddie and Flossie came on, the dog between them, and this seemed to suit the fine animal. He had found friends, now, he evidently thought. Mr.
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