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"Oh, away off," explained Freddie. "We live in Lakeport, and we go to school." "Only now there isn't any school," went on Flossie. "We can't have a fire 'cause something broke, and we came to Washington." "Have you come here to live?" the strange boy questioned. "No, only to visit," explained Freddie. "My father has to see Mr. Martin. Do you know Mr. Martin?" The strange boy shook his head.
Though Bert had often said only harmless snakes were in the woods around Lakeport, Nan could not help jumping up with a scream and pulling Flossie toward her. "What's the matter?" asked Freddie, who had taken his sandwich a little distance away to eat. "A snake! I saw a big snake!" cried Flossie again. "Where is it?" asked Nan, for, as yet, she had caught no sight of any serpent.
"But you might have been if you had stayed where you were not so much hurt by the fire, for that's almost out as by the crowd. How did you get past the fire lines?" "I I didn't see 'em," said Freddie. "Back in Lakeport, where I live, we don't have fire lines, though I've got a fish line." "Humph! You're from the country, all right.
The highway robber road-agent, he is quaintly called is still busy in these parts. The fame of Vasquez is still young. Only a few years go, the Lakeport stage was robbed a mile or two from Calistoga.
"It's an awful funny play anyhow, the billboard pictures are." "Are we all going?" asked Freddie. "Yes," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. "We are all going." Much excited over the joys before them, for in Lakeport there was only one theatre, and plays did not show there often, the Bobbsey twins made ready to go to the matinée.
Uncle and Aunt Bobbsey Uncle and Aunt Minturn, from the country and seashore, came, with Cousin Dorothy and Cousin Harry then, also, Hal Bingham arrived, and the Bobbsey twins took great delight in showing their former playmates about Lakeport. "Isn't it lonesome at the seashore now?" asked Nan of Dorothy, as she walked with her cousin about the busy streets of the town.
A little later the Bobbsey twins and the man heard a bell ringing. "That's a trolley-car!" cried the man. "Now we're all right." And so they were. The trolley was one that ran between Belleville and Lakeport, and a little later the two children and the kind man were sitting in the warm electric car, speeding toward their home.
Some of the little ones are from Sanderville." This was a large city not far from Lakeport, a smaller city where the Bobbsey twins lived. "Others are from Lakeport," went on the lady, speaking to Mrs. Bobbsey. "Indeed!" exclaimed Freddie's mother. "I did not know there was a fresh air society in our city." "It has only just been formed," said the lady, who was a Miss Carter.
From Round Valley there is a "good enough" horseback trail, as they call it, over a steep mountain into the Sacramento Valley; but a pleasanter journey, and one, besides, having more novelty, is by way of Potter Valley to Lakeport, on Clear Lake. The road is excellent; the scenery is peculiarly Californian.
Thanksgiving, too, would be a time of rejoicing and of good things to eat, and this occasion was to be made more of than usual this time, for some boys and girls the Bobbseys had met in the country and at the seashore were to be invited to spend a few days in Lakeport. But before this there was another event down on the program.
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