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They had to stop work on their job, as they could not find a long enough plank. They decided to get one from Mr. Bobbsey's lumber yard, later. "We're going to have Snap do the circus trick of jumping through a paper hoop," explained Nan. "Only we can't seem to get the hoop made."
At last the letter came from Aunt Emeline. Bert and Nan were home when their mother read it to their father. A look of surprise came over Mrs. Bobbsey's face as she read. "Dear me," she exclaimed, "this is quite surprising!" "What is it?" asked her husband. "Aunt Emeline can't come to stay with the children while we go West," was the answer.
So I telephoned fo' a p'liceman to come an' see if he could cotch de burglar!" "Oh, Sam, you didn't need to do that!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "We know it wasn't your fault that the lap robe was taken, any more than it was that Mr. Bobbsey's coat was stolen." "Of course not!" echoed her husband. "Well, I t'ought better we have a p'liceman," murmured Sam.
"We might go over to the fair to-morrow," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Do you folks want to go?" he asked his brother and Aunt Sarah. "I don't believe I'll have time," answered Mr. Bobbsey's brother. "Nor I," said Aunt Sarah. "I have a lot of cooking to do." "Then I'm going to stay at home and help you," offered the mother of the Bobbsey twins.
Many of the children were in new rooms and different classes, and this did not make them feel so much "at home" as before vacation. Nan Bobbsey's first duty, after reporting to her new teacher, was to go to the kindergarten room, and ask the teacher there if Flossie and Freddie might sit together. "You see," Nan explained, "this is really their first real school work.
Bobbsey's office the trolley car got off the track, on account of so much snow on the rails, and the children spent some time watching the men get it back, the electricity from the wire and rails making pretty flashes of blue fire. "What luck?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, as the three came in his private office, their faces shining and red with the glow of winter. "None," said Nan sadly. "Snoop is gone."
Flossie leaned back against her mother, and was soon sound asleep, while Freddie cuddled up in Daddy Bobbsey's arms and, in a little while, he, also, was in by-low land.
"Maybe he'll give us a ride to school." They shouted to the old man, who was now one of the best of Mr. Bobbsey's helpers in the lumberyard. "Whoa, Esmeralda!" called Mr. Hickson to the horse he was driving. "What is it?" he asked of the Bobbsey twins, who were on the sidewalk. "Did you want me?" he asked. "The boards rattle so I couldn't hear what you said.
I didn't think you'd hear, and you didn't. Give you a sort of surprise, didn't it?" "It certainly did," and Mr. Bobbsey's voice was stern. "And I want to say that you had no right to stretch that fence across the creek to stop my boat. You had no right!" "Oh, yes, I had!" said Mr. Hardee with a sneer. "This is a public creek," went on Mr. Bobbsey.
Bobbsey's lumber yard was not allowed, unless the boards were to be put on a wagon to be carted off and sold. "I'll tell you what we'd better do, Freddie," said the watchman at last. "What?" Freddie asked. "We'd better make a little ship first. That will be easy and we can make it like a big one.
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