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He had heard of some accident at the school, and he called up his house, from the lumberyard, to make sure his little fat fairy and fireman, as well as Nan and Bert, were all right. "Yes, they're home safe," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But there will be no school for a month." "Good!" exclaimed Daddy Bobbsey. "That will just suit me and the children, too.
All the boards and planks in my lumberyard were once big trees, growing out West, or up North, or down South. Now it seems that your mother's uncle owned a big forest of trees where lumber is cut, as well as owning a cattle ranch." "And has he left them both to you?" asked Bert. "Yes," his mother answered.
"Can't we go, too?" asked Danny, as he and Charley Mason walked back into the school with Bert, some of the talk having taken place at recess. "Yes, I guess so," was the answer. Bert often stopped at the lumberyard on his way home from school. He liked to play among the piles of logs and sawed boards, as did the other boys.
Johnson came along. I wanted to go out in the lumberyard with him, to look at the boards he wanted to buy, so I stuck the papers in the pocket of the old coat." "Then that's where they must be yet," said Mrs. Bunker. "Where is the coat?" "Oh, I always keep it hanging up behind the office door. Yes, that's it. I remember now. When Mr.
Nan managed to whisper to her brother when the dessert was being served. "Come down to the lumberyard to-morrow afternoon," he whispered. "It's almost done." Without telling Flossie or Freddie anything about it, Nan slipped off by herself the next afternoon, and from the watchman in her father's lumberyard learned that Bert and another boy were in one of the sheds.
So, after school was out, and the cookies which Dinah had given the children had been eaten down to the last crumbs, Nan took Flossie and Freddie home with her, and Bert and some of his boy chums went to the lumberyard. On the way they made snowballs and threw them at trees and fences. "There he is!" said Bert to Charley and Danny, as they saw Mr.
Sam worked about the Bobbsey house and barn, looked after the horse and sometimes drove the automobile, though he said he liked a horse better. But the Bobbsey family liked the automobile, so the horse was used down in the lumberyard more often than to take Bert, Nan, Flossie and Freddie for a ride.
Presently Pierre continued: Fingall was gentil; he would take off his hat to a squaw. It made no difference what others did; he didn't think it was like breathing to him. How can you tell the way things happen? Cynthie's father kept the tavern at St. Gabriel's Fork, over against the great saw-mill. Fingall was foreman of a gang in the lumberyard. Cynthie had a brother Fenn.
The young manager pointed down toward the earth, over which the craft was then skimming, though at no great height. "It is the lumberyard!" exclaimed Mr. Baxter presently. "It sure is," assented Tom. "I know I haven't enough stuff to cover as big a blaze as that, but I'll do my best. Fortunately there is no wind to speak of," he added, as he guided the craft in the direction of the fire.
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