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However, Bert and Nan had other things to think about then than about Mr. Blipper. They were worried over what might happen to Flossie and Freddie. Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey were hastening toward the lake. Mr. Bobbsey drove his car as fast as he dared through the storm. It was now raining hard. "How long would the balloon stay up in the air?" asked Mr. Bobbsey of Mr. Trench.
And it will take half a day to mend the break." "Half a day!" said Mr. Bobbsey, as he followed the man, forgetting for the time all about Bob and Mr. Blipper. "That means we'll not get to Meadow Brook to-night. Is there a good hotel in town?" "Yes, a very good one not far from my garage." "Well then, in case we have to remain, we can stay at the hotel.
"I don't know how Blipper managed it, but he got the boy away from the Italian," said Mr. Hardy, "and gave out that he had adopted Bob Guess as his son. But I knew better, though I didn't see much use in telling about it. In fact, I didn't know who to tell. I didn't know who would look after Bob if Blipper didn't, in his own rough way.
I must see that man, Blipper, and have a talk with him." "Wasn't he at his merry-go-round to-day?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. "No, he had gone off somewhere. But I am going to the fair again with the children, and I'll get at Blipper sooner or later." "Well, if you go to the fair again, please keep an eye on Freddie!" begged the mother of the Bobbsey twins.
"You poor boy!" murmured Mrs. Bobbsey. "Is that why you cried because you were hungry?" "Yes yes'm," murmured Bob Guess. "Well, we have plenty to eat," said Mr. Bobbsey, with a kindly pat on the shoulder of the ragged boy. "Here, we'll give you a lunch, and then maybe you can tell me what I want to know. Where is Mr. Blipper?" "He's back there at the merry-go-round.
"He's sort of cross, isn't he?" asked Charlie, as Bob moved off. "More than that he's mean!" declared the ragged lad. Bert and his chums stood looking at the steam engine and listening to the organ, while Nan and the smaller children danced. Then up came Mr. Blipper. "I guess this is a dollar's worth of music," he announced. "I believe so," agreed Mr. Bobbsey, with a smile.
Blipper, grimly, as he gave the boy a shake. "Wait a minute," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Have you a legal right to this boy?" "That's what I have. I expected some such question would be asked of me, and I brought along my papers. There they are. You can look 'em over for yourself." He tossed a long envelope containing papers to Mr. Bobbsey, and the latter looked at the documents.
In the morning I can decide what to do. I don't like to send him back to Blipper. But if the man has adopted him he has a claim on the boy. We'll see what happens by morning." Mrs. Bobbsey may have disliked to break the journey and stay at a strange hotel, but the Bobbsey twins thought it great fun.
Bobbsey took a seat in one of the gilded cars that were provided for older persons who did not like to sit astride a wooden animal. He watched Bob Guess making his way around the carrousel collecting the tickets. The boy seemed bright and very business like. "He's a good lad," thought Mr. Bobbsey. "I wish a better man than Mr. Blipper had charge of him. I must look into this matter."
"I traced this runaway adopted son of mine here, and I'm taking him back with me. This lady says I can't!" "I told him to wait until you came back," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "I didn't want him to take poor Bob away. I don't believe he has any right to take him." "I don't know who you are!" spluttered the angry Mr. Blipper. "But you haven't any right to stop me." "This lady is my wife," said Mr.
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