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I took him out of an orphan asylum and give him a good home!" "Home!" cried Bob Guess. "You didn't give me any home! You keep dragging me all over the country with that merry-go-round! I haven't any home except sleepin' in a truck." "You were glad enough to come with me!" sneered Mr. Blipper. "Anyway, I'm sick of it. That's why I ran away." "Well, you're going to run back again!" said Mr.
Then the children I mean your little brother and sister," he said to Nan, "got carried off, and everybody got scared for fear something would happen to their children, and they wouldn't even let 'em ride on the merry-go-round. And then the rain came down, and Blipper seemed to blame me for that." "He isn't a very fair sort of man, even if he has his machine at a county fair," joked Uncle Daniel.
"He says he adopted me and can keep me until I'm twenty-one years old." "He may be right. I don't know about that. It must be looked into. Anyhow, I don't feel like letting you run away, Bob," went on Mr. Bobbsey kindly. "I'd like to have a talk with Blipper on my own account, and I could ask him about you. Did you happen to see " But before Mr.
On the other side of the room stood Mrs. Bobbsey with Nan, Flossie, and Freddie close to her. At one end of the room, looking in through the door, was the good-natured but easy-going proprietor of the hotel and some of the servants. "What is going on here?" asked Mr. Bobbsey. "I'm going away, if that's what you mean!" snapped out Mr. Blipper in angry tones.
"Shut that organ off! What'd you turn it on for, Bob?" grumbled the man. "I didn't turn it on, Mr. Blipper. It turned itself on too much steam, I guess." "Well, shut it off, do you hear! I don't want to play music when I don't get any money for it. Shut it off!" The boy did something to the engine and the organ music died away in a sad wail. "Oh, dear!" sighed Flossie.
It was a good thing there was plenty. Having eaten all he seemed to care for and drinking two glasses of milk, Bob leaned back against a tree stump and said: "Now can't I do something to pay you for my meal?" "Do something to pay for it?" repeated Mrs. Bobbsey, wonderingly. "Yes, Mr. Blipper says I've always got to work for my board. Sometimes he says I'm not worth my salt."
"He has a good, honest face. And yet, when I think of my coat and the lap robe But I'll wait until I see Blipper." "Do you think you will see him?" "Yes, I imagine he'll follow this boy. He's a hard worker, Bob is, and Blipper won't want to lose him. I shouldn't wonder but what he came on after Bob." "How will he know where to find him?" asked Bert, who heard what his father and mother said.
"Those papers show the boy is adopted," he said. "I can do nothing. But we'll keep our eyes on him. We are going to the fair, and if Bob is not kindly treated I'll complain to the Children's Aid Society." "You don't need to worry!" gruffly said Mr. Blipper. "I'll treat him as well as he deserves." "Am I to keep these clothes?" asked Bob, as Mr. Blipper led him away. "Of course," said Mr. Bobbsey.
I've met a number of men to-day I'd like to talk with further. Then I'd like to have a talk with that Mr. Blipper." That night, at Meadow Brook Farm, Mr. Bobbsey and his wife, after the children had gone to bed, talked over the strange disappearance of Mr. Bobbsey's coat and the auto lap robe. "I'm sure that Blipper knows something about them," said Mrs. Bobbsey.
The storm was over the next day, and after talking to several newspaper reporters who came to Meadow Brook Farm to get the story of the wonderful trip of Flossie and Freddie, Daddy Bobbsey started for the fair grounds with Bert and Bob Guess. They stopped in the village to get a policeman and also a lawyer. "If Blipper wants to put up a fight we'll be ready for him," said Mr. Bobbsey.
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