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"The train does not stop long at Lumberville, and we must hurry out," he said. "Lumberville isn't a big, city station, like the one in Chicago." "Are there any moving pictures there?" Freddie wanted to know. "No, not a one," his mother answered. "But there will be plenty of other things for you to see."
Bobbsey found she would have to stay in Lumberville longer than she had at first thought. There was much business to be done in taking over the property her uncle had left her. "The longer we stay the better I like it!" said Nan to Bert. "There are so many birds here, and squirrels and chipmunks. And the squirrels are so tame that they come right up to me." "Yes, they are nice," said Bert.
"Are we going to the lumber tract first, or to the ranch?" asked Bert. "To where the big trees grow," answered his father. "The tract your mother is going to own is near a place called Lumberville. It is several hundred miles north and west of Chicago. We will stop off there, and go on later to the ranch. That is near a place called Cowdon." "What funny names," laughed Bert.
Then we will go on to Lumberville. How long we shall stay there I do not know. But as soon as we can attend to the business and get matters in shape, we will go on to Cowdon." "That's the place I want to get to!" exclaimed Bert. "I want to see some Indians and cowboys." "There may not be any there," said his mother. "What! No cowboys on a ranch?" cried the boy. "Why, Mother!" exclaimed Nan.
"Yes, this is the West," her father told her, "though it is not as far West as we are going. The cattle ranch is still farther on. It will take us some time to get there, but we are going to stay in Lumberville nearly a week." By this time Flossie and Freddie had awakened and their mother had helped them to dress.
"Lumberville Lumber-ville!" called the porter, smiling back at the Bobbsey twins as he stood near their pile of baggage. "All out for Lumberville." "That's us!" cried Bert, with a laugh. Slowly the train came to a stop. Bert and Nan, standing near the window from which they had been looking all the morning, saw a small, rough building flash into view.
"But I guess this must be where they get lumber from, isn't it, Daddy?" he asked, as his father came through the car just then, having been to the wash-room to shave. "Yes, this is the place of big trees and lumber," said Mr. Bobbsey. "We are coming to Lumberville soon, and half our journey will be over." "Is this the West?" asked Nan.
Millon since; she had heard quite enough of her before; and had known her idle and baddish ever since she was the worst little girl at school in Lumberville, and all through her shameful girlhood, and the married days which she had made so miserable to the poor fellow who had given her his decent name and a chance to behave herself. Mrs.
Then the Bobbsey twins went shopping with their mother, and that night they again got aboard a sleeping car and started for Lumberville, which was reached the next morning. And when Flossie and Freddie and Bert and Nan opened their eyes and looked from the car window they saw a strange sight.
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