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Updated: May 17, 2025
I took the younger children on occasional exploring expeditions, but never allowed them to go beyond my reach, for I soon learned that Bobsey's promises sat lightly on his conscience. At last we reached the great Iron Pier at Coney Island, which we all traversed with wondering eyes. We established ourselves in a large pavilion, fitted up for just such picnic parties as ours.
This residence of Bobsey's future pets should be at the extreme end of the extension, and above it should be a room in which I could store picked-up apples, corn, and other food adapted to their needs, also a conduit by which swill could be poured into the trough below without the necessity of entering the pen.
Bobsey's dream of "millions of bushels" of nuts had not been realized, yet enough had been dried and stored away to satisfy even his eyes. Not far away an old cider-mill was running steadily, and we soon had the barrels of russet nectar in our cellar. Then came Saturday, and Merton and Junior were given one more day's outing in the mountains with their guns.
If this should be true of sweet corn, Lima-beans, and even the melons on which the children had set their hearts, we must be chary of consuming them ourselves. This I explained in such a way that all except Bobsey saw the wisdom of it, or, rather, the necessity. As yet, Bobsey's tendencies were those of a consumer, and not of a producer or saver.
It was Winnie's and Bobsey's task to gather up the shavings and refuse bits of lumber, and carry them to the woodhouse. "The ease and quickness with which we can build fires next winter," I said, "is a pleasant thing to think of." Meanwhile the garden was not neglected.
What wretched, shiftless people those Bagleys are! But I have hopes of them. I'm glad Bobsey's having a nap." "You shall tell me about your visit to-night. We are making good progress. Bagley is doing his best. Winnie," I called, "come here." She brought her basket, nearly filled, and I saw that her eyes were heavy with weariness also. "You've done well to-day, my child.
Carefully and clearly as possible, so that even Winnie might understand in part, I went over the different items, and the expense and proceeds of the different crops, so far as I was able to separate them. Bobsey's attention soon wandered, for he had an abiding faith that breakfast, dinner, and supper would follow the sun, and that was enough for him.
To be sure, little Squealer would squeal every time little Wee pinched him, which was quite often, for Wee loved to hear him squeal. And Bunny Rabbit had to keep trotting out to his lunch basket to nibble the nice yellow carrot that Mother Rabbit had put in for Bunny and Bobsey's lunch. "They are only babies after all," excused Dot. "They haven't learned school ways and rules."
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