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Cleveland at that time was a small, unimportant lakeport and my grandfather was offered his choice between a tract of land upon what is now the most beautiful residence street in the world, Euclid Avenue, and a piece at what was called Brighton, several miles farther from town.
But Freddie did not find it as easy as his brother had found it, and he tripped and fell down in the snow, so the older boys had to pick him up. Then the small twin gave up the use of snowshoes. "I like riding down hill better," he said. Winter had now set in, with all its cold and snow, around Lakeport, and there were many days of fine coasting.
Soon the three boys were dangling their lines over the rail of the Bluebird, while Nan helped her mother with some of the rooms, which, even though they were on a boat, needed "putting to rights." Dinah was busy in the kitchen. By this time Mr. Bobbsey had reached Lakeport by the trolley.
It was a busy day for everybody, and when Mr. Bobbsey came up on the train from Lakeport that evening he carried boxes and boxes of fireworks for the boys and girls, and even some for the grown folks too. The girls could hardly sleep that night, they were so excited over their part, but the boys of course were used to that sort of thing, and only slept sounder with the fun in prospect.
They were in the big city, and many things were to happen to them before they saw Lakeport again. Mr. Bobbsey wished to ask one of the railroad men in the big station some questions about the trunks, and he also had to send a telegram, so, while he was doing these things, he told his wife and children to sit down and wait for him. Mrs.
Laughing, shouting, tagging each other, and running away, talking of what they would do during the long vacation, the school children ran on through the streets of Lakeport. "Let's have a race!" cried Bunny. "I can beat you!" declared Charlie Star.
"All aboard!" called the conductor, waving his hand to the engineer who was looking from the window of his cab. "All aboard!" "Come on!" cried Mr. Bobbsey, and he and the twins, as well as the fresh air children, were soon in the car again, speeding on toward Lakeport. "That's the first time I ever saw moving pictures taken," said Tommy Todd.
Todd reached a place where he could send word to his aged mother that he was alive and safe he did so. But in some manner the message was never received. As soon as he had sent the message Mr. Todd started out himself to get home. Finally, he reached the United States and took a train for Lakeport.
They'll be surprised to see me for they think that I am dead." "You don't say so!" cried Mr. Bobbsey. "Where does your mother live?" "Somewhere in Lakeport. At least she and my son did the last I heard, though they may have moved. Perhaps you can direct me. My name is Henry Todd, and I am looking for a Mrs. James Todd and her grandson, Tommy Todd.
"Yep," he faltered, getting a better hold on Freddie's hand, "but I want to come back here," he finished. Poor darling! So many changes of home in his life had made him fear another. "Oh, I am sure you will come to see us again," Mrs. Bobbsey declared. "Maybe you can come to Lakeport when we go home in the fall."
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