"Whoa, Esmeralda!" called Mr. Hickson to the horse he was driving.
"What is it?" he asked of the Bobbsey twins, who were on the sidewalk.
"Did you want me?" he asked. "The boards rattle so I couldn't hear
what you said. There hasn't been another railroad wreck, has there?"
and he smiled.
"No," answered Bert. "But could you give us a ride to school, if
you're going down that way?"
"I am and I will," answered Mr. Hickson. "Wait a minute, Flossie and
Freddie," he called to the smaller children. "I'll help you up. Now
don't run away, Esmeralda!" he called to the horse.
"Oh, she won't run! She's the slowest horse daddy has!" laughed Nan.
"She's a good horse, though," said Mr. Hickson, as he carefully put
Flossie and Freddie up on the boards on the wagon. "Yes, she's a good
horse, but she's getting old like me. Now are you up, Bert and Nan?"
he asked, as he saw Bert helping his sister to her place.
"All ready!" Bert answered.
"Get along, Esmeralda!" called the man to the horse, and so the
Bobbsey twins had a ride to school.
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