"I don't believe they are going to do much more," answered his father.
"Their work is nearly done. All the people who were hurt have been
taken away."
This was true. The scene of the wreck was now being cleared, and in a
little while the damaged engine and cars would be hauled away to the
shops to be mended.
"Did you get everything belonging to you, Mr. Hickson?" asked Mr.
Bobbsey of the man who had been slightly hurt in the wreck.
"Yes, I have my satchel," he answered. "And as I was going to get out
at the Lakeport station I'm right at the place where I was going, even
if there had been no wreck." "And so you were coming to see me, were
you?" asked Mr. Bobbsey. "Well, I don't know what your plans are, but
I would be very glad to have you come to supper with me."
"Maybe your wife mightn't like it," said Mr. Hickson. "She might not
be ready for company, and I'd better tell you that I'm quite hungry."
"So'm I!" exclaimed Freddie. "I'm hungry, and I eat a lot. But Dinah--
she's our cook--has lots to eat in her kitchen!"
"Well, then maybe she'd have enough for me," replied Mr.
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