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Of course Nan had her friends, as all big girls have, but Bert, her twin brother, was her dearest chum, just as Freddie was Flossie's. "When we get to the country we will plant trees, go fishing, and pick blackberries," Nan said one day. "Yes, and I'm going with Harry out exploring," Bert announced. "I'm just going to plant things," prim little Flossie lisped.
A soft monotonous light was reflected from the cream-coloured walls against which Flossie's head stood out with striking effect, like some modern study in black and morbid white. You would have picked her out among the fifty at once.
He chose his moment with discretion, when time and place and Flossie's mood were most propitious. The time was Sunday evening, the place was the Regent's Park, Flossie's mood was gentle and demure.
Poor Flossie would be disappointed if he did not take her to the Hippodrome. At the moment Flossie's disappointment presented itself as considerably more vital than his own. To-morrow, then, being Saturday, he would go up to town; and on Monday he would return to his ambiguous post. He had thought it out. "There's a lot of rot," said Mr. Rickman, "talked about Greek tragedy.
"Cracks in the ice is dangerous Daddy said so. It was Flossie's skate." "That's right it kept coming off," explained the blue-eyed girl. "But Freddie fixed it, and he didn't have to use a postage stamp, either. Did you, Freddie?" "Nope." "Well, I guess they know what it means, but we don't!" laughed Nan, taking her small sister's hand. "Come on, now, you little twins.
Hamilton has gone to Brighton, or I would have sent Flossie in for him to attend to her. 'Will you let me see what I can do, Mrs. Maberley? I said, for I had recognised the pretty old lady at once. 'I am the village nurse, Miss Garston, and I think I can bind up poor Flossie's leg. 'Miss Garston! in quite a different voice; it seemed to have grown rather formal.
It was beside Flossie's Uncle Harry, and as the woman took the seat he turned, and then moved to make extra room for her. "That must be Arabella's Aunt Matilda!" he whispered to his wife. "Hush-sh-sh!" she whispered. "It not only must be, but it is!" he declared, and he offered her his programme.
"And I can make a lantern, and a chain to hang it on, and I can put it in front of Flossie's house!" exclaimed Freddie. "And, please, mother, may I have some bread and jam. I'm awful hungry." "Yes, dear, go ask Dinah," said Mrs. Bobbsey, with a smile. "And then you may show me how you make houses and lanterns and a chain. Are they real?"
Before Hazel went back to Boston, Flossie's mother came to Miss Fletcher's, and the change for the better in her little daughter filled her with wonder and joy.
So as long as Flossie and Freddie remained in the basket they were safe. They did not even feel the wind blow, for as they were being carried right along in the gale, being a part of it, so to speak, they did not feel it as they had when standing on the ground. But, in spite of all this, Flossie's little heart was beating very fast and tears came into her eyes.
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