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I've brought a lot over for you. Here!" The owner of the red sweater crammed a handful of hot cookies into Cynthia's pocket. "You did keep me waiting an age, Joy," Cynthia began, struggling with a mouthful of cooky; "but I forgive you. I'd almost begun to be angry!" "We can't go! Momsie positively forbade it. Why on earth couldn't it have kept sunny a little longer?
It was about the middle of the night that Bunny was awakened by feeling a queer bumping, sliding motion. "Why," he cried, sitting up in his bunk, "we must be traveling on in the dark! Daddy! Momsie!" he cried. "What are we moving for, when it's dark?" "What's that?" cried Mr. Brown suddenly awakening.
For a moment Sue stood looking at her mother, seeming to be thinking very hard about something. Then she asked: "Momsie, do you think Dix took Sallie Malinda away?" "Well, it seems so," said Mrs. Brown. "That is, if Dix has really gone away. We had better make sure of that, first.
"The excitement of going to Mount Vernon, and your ringing of the fire bell on the boat has made you dream of a fire, Freddie," his mother went on. "It isn't real. There isn't any fire in this hotel, nor near here. Go back to sleep." "But, Momsie, I'm awake now!" cried Freddie. "And the fire is real! I can see the red light and I can hear the engine puffin'! Look, you can see the light!"
As the Browns walked across the lawn, a dog came running out of the house where lived "the boy next door," as Bunny and Sue called Fred Ward, even though they knew his name. They had spoken several times to him. "Is that dog savage?" asked Mrs. Brown. "No, Momsie," replied Sue. "He's just as nice as he can be. He and Splash are good friends. Here Dix!" she called.
At that, Miss Coblenz sat back on her tall wooden heels, mauve spats crinkling. "Well, you're a merry little future mother-in-law, momsie." "It ain't that, baby.
Some one took what I was saving to make a pudding with, so I'll have to get more milk." "We took it to play soldier and nurse with," confessed Sue. "I'm sorry, Momsie " "Oh, it doesn't matter, dear," said Mrs. Brown. "I like to have you drink all the milk you want. But now you'll have to get more for me, as there is not enough for supper and the pudding." "We'll go for the milk," said Bunny.
She turned over in bed, so as to get a better look at the small boy, who was in his night gown, and with his hair all tousled and frowsled from the pillow. There was no mistake about it Mrs. Bobbsey was not dreaming. Her little boy was really standing beside her and shaking her. And once more he said: "Wake up, Momsie! There's a real fire! This house is on fire, and we've got to get out.
Tom was nearly dry when he reached home, and no one said anything about his wet clothes. "Oh, what lovely flowers!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown. "And what fine fish. Did you catch them all alone, Bunny?" "Yes'm, Momsie! Both of 'em. Where's Daddy?" "Oh, off seeing some men. I believe there's to be a meeting at our camp to-night to talk about your friend Tom and Mr. Bixby."
It's easy for me. Then I can make-believe I'm a tramp, and I'll run on ahead and beg for some bread and butter for my starving family," and he imitated, in such a funny way, the whine of some of the tramps who called at the Brown kitchen door, that his mother laughed and Sue said: "Oh, Momsie, let me turn my dress wrong-side out, too, and I can play tramp with Bunny. That will be fun!"
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