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They played tag and some other games under the trees after the lunch, and then, having gathered a few more nuts, they started back through the woods toward Lakeport. As Flossie came near the little hollow in the ground where she had found the pile of nuts she cried out: "Oh, look at the little squirrel! He's trying to find the nuts I took. Oh, I'm so sorry I took them."
"Don't worry," said Uncle Jack, as every one around Lakeport called him. "If your father and mother don't come for you I'll take you home." "It it's a long way to walk," said Freddie with a sigh. "And I guess Flossie is hungry. Aren't you?" he asked of his little sister. "Well a little," admitted the blue-eyed girl twin. "How about you, little man?" asked Uncle Jack.
But about a mile from here one of the tires of the automobile burst so the man could not take me any farther. Then I said I'd walk, as I thought I knew the road. I used to live in Lakeport about five years ago. I started off, but the storm came up, and I lost my way. The first I knew I found myself out in this big field which you say is the meadows." "That's what they call it," Freddie said.
The big boy must have known that Bert would try to square matters with him, for as soon as he came out he ran in the direction of one of the main streets of Lakeport, just the opposite direction to that which he usually pursued. "You shan't get away from me!" cried Bert, and ran after him. Soon he threw one snowball and this landed on Danny's back.
"We'll join each other in looking after him," went on Mr. Whipple. "You must let me pay half." And to this the children's father agreed. He said he would write back at once to his office, and tell some one there to look after the old woodchopper. "Is there any other news from Lakeport?" Mrs.
He was a very old and very quiet man, and the majority of the girls and boys in Lakeport were afraid of him. He lived all alone and was thought to be queer. "I I can see," said Bert hesitatingly. He ran across the common to Mr. Roscoe's house and rapped on the door. Nobody came and he rapped again, and then a third time. "Who's there?" asked a voice from within. "Please, Mr.
"I've had a lovely time!" called out Nan. "So have I had a lovely time," added little Flossie. "Splendid," came from Freddie. "The baby is awful nice to play with." "I've had a good time, too," said Bert. "The hockey game was just the best ever, and so was the drive behind Rusher, even if we did get dumped out." The drive back to Lakeport was enjoyed as much as the drive to Dalton in the morning.
"And it's just like the place where Uncle Jack has his camp!" cried Freddie. "Have the children an uncle who is a camper?" asked Mr. Whipple. "No," answered Mr. Bobbsey, "but there is an old woodchopper, who lives in a log cabin near our town of Lakeport. He makes a living by chopping firewood. He lives all alone, and really sort of camps out. Every one calls him Uncle Jack.
"What is it?" demanded Freddie, toddling up just then. "Is there going to be a fire? Can I squirt with my engine?" "Always thinking of that, little fat fireman!" laughed his father. "No, it isn't a fire, Freddie." "It's a circus coming!" cried Bert "Can't you take us, father?" "I'm afraid not, son," he said. "I have just had a letter calling me back to Lakeport on business."
"Why why!" gasped Freddie, "it's bigger than our armory at home!" for in Lakeport there was a big hall where the soldiers drilled. "It's three times as big," said Flossie. "Four!" declared Freddie. "Come on!" he called to his sister, "let's see how long it takes to walk around it." "Don't go too far away," said Mrs. Bobbsey, who, for the moment, did not realize how really large the station was.
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