"I wish we could help him find them."
"I don't see how we could ever do that," returned Nan.
Flossie and Freddie stood with their noses pressed against the window
glass, looking at Mr. Hickson until he was out of sight down the
street. Then they got down off the chairs on which they had been
kneeling, and Freddie asked:
"May I have an apple dumpling to take to school, Mother?"
"An apple dumpling to take to school!" she exclaimed. "Why, what in
the world do you want to do that for?"
"I want it to eat at recess," explained the little fellow. "All the
boys bring something to eat."
"And so do the girls," added Flossie. "I want something to eat, too.
And Dinah is baking apple dumplings this morning--I smelled 'em when
she opened the oven door."
"Well, I'm afraid apple dumplings are too big to take to school for a
recess lunch," said Mrs. Bobbsey with a laugh. "I'll get Dinah to give
you some cookies, though."
And Dinah not only gave some to Flossie and Freddie, but to Bert and
Nan.
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