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Bobbsey, but that gentleman had not yet fully planned what he would do with her. Just as the children were trooping out of the school yard, along came Mrs. Bobbsey. Nan and Flossie saw their mother and hastened toward her, while Freddie and Bert came along more slowly. In a little while all five of them were at Mr. Bobbsey's lumber office.
But it was not a very good living they made, and they often did not have enough to eat. "I'll give you some of my sewing to do," promised Mrs. Bobbsey, "and so will some ladies I know." So, for a time at least, Mrs. Todd was to be taken care of. When she grew better she had as much work as she could do. But this was some time after the day when Tommy called at Mr. Bobbsey's office.
He had lost track of Will for some years and had just begun a search for him, when Mr. Bobbsey's letter came. Enough money was sent on to enable Will to make the trip out west, where he would be well cared for. He could not thank the Bobbsey family enough for what they had done for him. Mr. Hardee heard where his runaway boy had been found, and tried to get him back, but Mr.
The big cat came up to Freddie, and rubbed against his legs. The little boy rubbed her back and the cat's tail stood up stiff and straight, like the flag pole in front of Mr. Bobbsey's office. "I thought you were a rat, Sawdust," went on Freddie. "But I'm glad you weren't. I like you!" The cat purred again. She seemed to like Freddie, too.
"And how did my little fat fairy like it?" And he lifted up first Freddie and then Flossie to kiss them. "Fat fireman" and "fat fairy" were Mr. Bobbsey's pet names for the smaller twins. Bert and Nan had had pet names when they were small, but they were too large for them now, growing out of them as they grew out of their clothes. "Oh, it was glorious!" cried Nan.
His arms were made of long rolls of snow, and one was crossed on his chest, holding a broom. An old hat of Mr. Bobbsey's on top of the snow man's head made him look quite natural. "Now you can finish the rest of him," said Bert to Flossie and Freddie. "Get some more pieces of coal, and put them down the front." "What for?" Flossie asked.
Bobbsey, as the telephoned bell stopped jingling, for Bert had started from his seat. "Oh, it's papa," the twins' mother went on, after she had listened for a second after saying "Hello!" "Is the boat all right?" asked Nan, anxiously. "Yes," answered her mother, and then she turned to listen to the rest of Mr. Bobbsey's talk over the telephone.
"Who is talking?" came from across the hallway, in Mr. Bobbsey's voice. "I'm talking, papa," answered Bert. He ran to the doorway of his parents' bedchamber. "I've just found out who the ghost is," he continued. "The ghost?" Mr. Bobbsey leaped up. "Where is it?" "In bed now. It was Freddie, walking in his sleep. He was asking for another piece of strawberry shortcake."
"And he's crying." There was no doubt of that: It was Bob Guess, the lad the Bobbsey twins had seen working at the merry-go-round engine the day of the Sunday school picnic. Bob came slowly along, sobbing hard. "What's the matter, Bob?" asked Bert, who had taken a liking to the ragged chap. For the time being Mr. Bobbsey's missing coat and the lap robe were forgotten. "Why are you crying?"
I'm going to run away, and I'm never coming back again. I can't stand it here!" Bursting into tears, the boy raced off down the road in a cloud of dust. Little Freddie, who sat beside his older brother, Bert, in Mr. Bobbsey's automobile, looked on with wonder in his childish eyes, as he saw the boy Mr. Mason had been shaking run down the road. "What's the matter with him, Bert?" Freddie asked.
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