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"And he could go fast," added Flossie. "I was going to play fireman with him when we got back to Lakeport," went on Freddie. "Now I can't." "I think you'll have just as much fun some other way," said his mother, laughing. Three days after that, when Mrs. Bobbsey came in from shopping with the two sets of twins, she heard some one moving about in their apartment as she entered.
Flossie and Freddie forgot all about their cat, dog, and nearly everything in Lakeport in their joy at going out West. For they were really started on their way now, after several little upsets and troubles, such as the clothes line coming down on Flossie, and the cat hiding himself away in the basket. "Well, now I can sit back and rest," said Mrs. Bobbsey, with a sigh of relief.
Then you can see Uncle Jack and make sure whether or not he is your brother." "I'll be glad to do that. But I thought you were going to stay in New York for some time yet." "We can go back to-morrow if need be," said Mr. Bobbsey. "My business is now in good shape, and I can come back here if there is any call for me." "Oh, let's all go back to Lakeport!" cried Freddie.
"The best I ever saw," answered the boy. "What's your name?" "Freddie Bobbsey. What's yours?" "Laddie Dickerson. Where do you live?" "We live away up in Lakeport, but we're staying at the Parkview Hotel." "Why why, that's where we live, my mother and my uncle and my aunt. My father is dead. We live at the hotel, except in the Summer, when we go to the seashore. What floor are you on?" "The tenth.
He made the clerks remove all the truck from the aisles and I guess everybody was glad the army fell down. I never can forget those pink-and-white soldiers," and Dorothy straightened herself up in comical "soldier's arms" fashion, imitating the unfortunate statues. "I hope you can come to Lakeport for Thanksgiving," said Nan.
In the automobile, going back to Lakeport through the storm, Mr. Todd told Mr. Bobbsey and Flossie and Freddie his story. He had sailed away, just as Tommy Todd had said, some years before. The vessel of which he was captain was wrecked, and he and some other sailors got to an island where the natives were kind to them. But for many years no other ship came that way. So Mr.
Rufe Hanson, the hunter, could take care of us fine people the Hansons; we should be close to the Toll House, where the Lakeport stage called daily; it was the best place for my health, besides. Rufe had been consumptive, and was now quite a strong man, ain't it? In short, the place and all its accompaniments seemed made for us on purpose.
Carford owns?" "Yes," replied Bert. "He is going to let us all go up there for three weeks or so." "Say, that's funny," spoke Charley. "You'll have some other Lakeport folks near you." "Who else is going up to Snow Lodge?" asked Nan. "Well, they're not exactly going to Snow Lodge," replied Charley, "but I heard a while ago that Danny Rugg and his folks were going up to a winter camp near there.
You're one pair o' the Bobbsey twins, as they call 'em over to Lakeport. I've heard Sary speak o' ye. Sary's my wife." The farmer ran his hand through his thick beard. "You can't tramp home in this storm." "Oh, we must get home," said Nan. "What will mamma say? She will think we are killed, or drowned, or something, and she isn't over the scare she got when Freddie was lost."
I am traveling to Chicago all alone, and I saw you get on as I looked from my window in the next car. I came back to speak to you." "Why, it's Mrs. Powendon!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey as she saw a lady whom she had first met at a Red Cross meeting. Mrs. Powendon lived in a village near Lakeport, and often came over to see Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey and other friends.
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