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Nan Grant had no babies; and being a very active woman, with but a poor opinion of children's services, she never tried to find employment for Gerty, much better satisfied for her to keep out of her sight; so that, except her daily errand for the milk, Gerty was always idle a fruitful source of unhappiness and discontent.
Miss Pompret handed over the letter, which was in a large envelope. Nan and Bert were soon at the post-office with it. The white-haired lady was waiting for them on the porch as they came back along the street. "Won't you come in, just for a minute?" she asked, smiling kindly at them. "My maid has just baked a chocolate cake, and I don't believe your mother would mind if you each had a piece."
"Perhaps he can pull her away," said Nan, crying. How she wished she had never pinned the dill and the verse over the door! So she set off for Dame Golding's husband. He came running in a great hurry; but when he had nearly reached his wife, and had his arms reached out to grasp her, he, too, stopped short. He had envied Dame Clementina for her beautiful white cows, and there he was fast, also.
"But there never could be another Snoop," cried Flossie. "Could there, Freddie? And we could get another silver cup." "Don't be silly," advised Bert, rather shortly. "Oh, don't talk that way to them," said Nan. "They do love that cat so. Never mind, Flossie and Freddie. I'm sure we'll find him soon. Here comes papa." Mr. Bobbsey came back, looking somewhat worried. "Did you find her?" asked Mrs.
Nan laughed, but her denial came swiftly. "Jeff doesn't owe me a thing," she declared. "The wasn't a soul else around to nurse him. I'd have hated handing him on to you." Then she sighed, but her eyes shone with a light which her father well enough understood. "I I needed to nurse him. If I hadn't been able to, why, I think I'd have just died. But he don't owe me a thing not a thing."
Instead of coming to make a friendly call, she pretended to be on an errand of protest. "It's about your dog," she told Nan, "he's a dear good dog, and a great friend of ours. But cannot you shut him up nights? He's inclined to prowl around under my windows, and just the sound of him there keeps me awake. I know it's foolish; but I am so nervous these days "
She ought to be safe, so she can turn it to other things: the science of living, hers, ours, everybody's." "Ah," said Nan, "but they'll tell you it won't be for everybody: only France." "That's the point," said Raven. "It's a gamble. But they can't deny she's got the beautiful intelligence. I can trust anything so perfect. I trust it absolutely." "Why don't we do it ourselves?
Out of the shop walked the Bobbsey twins and their chums, the Martin children of Washington. And the hearts of Bert and Nan, at least, were beating quickly with excitement and hope. As for Flossie, she was holding her doll, and Freddie was blowing his whistle. "I'm a regular fire engine now," declared Freddie. "Don't you hear how the engine is blowing the whistle?"
"Do you suppose," whispered Nan, "that those Mexicans have come over here for some bad purpose, Rhoda?" "Maybe they are bandits, like that Lobarto you told us about," said Grace. "Maybe they will bury treasure somewhere around here," Bess put in eagerly. "And I say, Rhoda: When are we going to get up that party to hunt for Lobarto's treasure?"
"Oh, I didn't know!" Rhoda Gray was on her knees beside the bed. There was no room to question the truth of the woman's words, it was in Gypsy Nan's eyes, in the struggling, labored voice. "Yes." Gypsy Nan clutched at the shawl around her neck, and shivered. "I thought I might be all right to-day, and that I'd get better. But I didn't. And now I've got about a chance in a hundred. I know.
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