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Nan took a step forward and laid a hand on his arm. She had read the meaning of that quick contraction of his face. "You were there!" She spoke more as though stating a fact than asking a question. "You saw it!" "Yes," he acknowledged. "We got him out from under the car and carried him home on a hurdle. Then I found the doctor, and he's with him now."
Very swiftly he mounted to the castle door, looking from side to side as he went for any trace which might show that Nan had passed this way. As he climbed the last few feet he shouted her name: "Nan! Nan!" But there came no answer. Only the sea still thundered below and a startled gull flew out from a cranny, screaming as it flew.
"Stay on your sleds, Freddie and Flossie. I can steer out of your way." And Tommy did. But the only way he could avoid hitting the two little twins was to steer the big bob-sled into a bank of soft snow on one side of the hill. This he did, and though he, Nan and some of those sitting in front were covered with a shower of the white flakes, no one was hurt.
And maybe we won't never see our little gal again," and the poor lady sat down heavily in the nearest chair, threw her apron over her head, and cried in utter abandon. Nan Sherwood could not bear to see anybody cry.
The smaller twins were delighted. "And maybe we can find our silver cup, too," suggested Freddie, as they trudged along in the snow, now and then stopping to make a white ball, which he threw at the fence or telegraph pole. "The fat lady has our cup I'm sure of that," said Flossie. "Well, we can ask papa if he has heard from the circus people," suggested Nan. Mr.
"I must go out and see what is keeping your father," said Mrs. Bobbsey at last. "Something must have happened. You children stay here with Dinah. Nan and Bert, you look after Flossie and Freddie." But there was no need for Mrs. Bobbsey to leave the car for, just then, her husband came in. He was smiling, and that seemed to show that nothing very serious was the matter. "What is it?" asked Bert.
"Pooh! Let her go. Mean old thing!" exclaimed Bess. "And you didn't say anything to get her mad. Crocodile tears! what did I tell you? Linda Riggs is a regular cat " "Both cat and crocodile?" giggled Nan. "Your natural history, Bess, honey, must be slightly twisted." "I've about got that girl's number, just the same," said Bess, slangily. "You wait, Nan.
Nan was returning a few odds and ends to their places. Bud had already lit his evening pipe preparatory to settling down for the brief interim before turning in for the night. There was no preamble. There was no sign of emotion, even at the moment of his arrival. Jeff launched his request at father and daughter in a voice such as he might have used in the most commonplace of affairs.
Otherwise I'd be glad to go." "Well, maybe my father will sail in the ice-boat with me," spoke Bert. "I guess I'll ask him." Bert and Nan had much to talk about as they skated on, having bidden Charley goodbye, and their conversation was mostly about the new idea of getting to Snow Lodge on the ice. "I don't want to skate alone, any more than you want to go in the ice- boat alone," said Nan.
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