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I'm in charge of taking the tickets when Blipper is away. Some one grabbed this ring and dropped it. I picked it up. It's good for a ride. Take it. I don't know who dropped it or I'd give it to 'em. You take it!" And Nan did. It was not to be dreamed of that Flossie and Freddie would be content with one ride. They had to stay on for the second. Mr. Bobbsey got off to buy more tickets.
"He's gone off after the balloon. Flossie and Freddie are in it," Nan answered. "Whew! Those little children taking a balloon ride!" cried Bob. "How did they dare?" "It was an accident," Harry explained. "They didn't mean to." "Well, tell your father I want to see him when he gets back," said Bob, as he hurried back to the merry-go-round. "I have something to tell him about Mr. Blipper."
The voice of an angry man was saying: "Well, I tell you I'm going to have that boy back! He ran away from me! I'm his legally appointed guardian, and I want him back! You come along with me, Bob Guess!" Then Mrs. Bobbsey said firmly: "Mr. Blipper, you shall not take this boy away until my husband comes back. Mr. Bobbsey wants to see you. You can't take Bob away like this. I won't let you.
He didn't see it, and I picked it up." "Was it my father's coat?" asked Nan. "That I don't know," Bob answered. "I never saw your father wearing his coat. But Mr. Blipper used to have an old ragged coat, and right after we had that breakdown at the Sunday school picnic grounds he had a new coat.
"Can't you do any business at the fair on account of the rain?" "No. And I don't want ever to do any more business at the fair," answered Bob, in such strange tones that they all looked at him. "Don't you like the merry-go-round any more?" Bert asked. "Oh, it isn't that," said Bob. "It's that man Blipper. I can't stand him any longer!
"Perhaps you can tell us about this boy Bob Guess," suggested Mr. Bobbsey. "Yes, I can. I told Blipper I'd tell, after I found out he'd taken a coat and a robe that didn't belong to him. He carted them away with him too, so if they're yours there's no use looking for them," he added to Mr. Bobbsey. "Oh, well, I gave them up for lost some time ago," said the lumber dealer.
But when the fair grounds were reached there was no Blipper to be found. In the night he had packed up his merry-go-round and had traveled on, leaving no word as to where he was going. "I don't care where he's gone!" said the partner, Mr. Hardy. "I'm through with him. We've broken up the partnership. I sold my share to him. I don't care to have anything to do with such a man. He's a thief!"
"It was on some papers in my coat that disappeared from the Sunday school picnic grounds the day you had trouble with your engine near the grove." Mr. Blipper looked first at Bob and then at Mr. Bobbsey. "Say!" cried the merry-go-round owner, "maybe you think I know something about your coat." "Maybe you do," answered Mr. Bobbsey, easily. "And the lap robe!" whispered Bert.
"I managed to get copies of the papers that were in my pockets, and I wouldn't wear the coat again, anyhow. But what about Bob?" Then Mr. Hardy told the story. Mr. Blipper had found Bob, a little chap, wandering about the streets of a big city. The boy, it seemed, lived with an Italian who said he had once known Bob's father and mother who had been dead some time.
But, just as had happened the other time, Mr. Blipper was not there. Bob Guess was taking tickets, and when he saw Nan he smiled. "I'll get you the brass ring," he promised, and he did. The children liked the lively music, and also the whirling ride on the backs of the wooden animals. Even Mrs. Bobbsey took one ride, but she said that was enough.
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