Nan, Nellie Parks, and Grace Lavine were down in the yard under
the shady grapevine playing.
"Well, I don't see anything for us to do except to go out West," Bert
heard his father saying.
"Oh, do you really mean that?" cried the boy. "Are we going out West
where there are Indians and cowboys and ponies and mountains and--and
everything?"
His eyes were wide open with excitement.
"I didn't think you were around, or I wouldn't have spoken so loudly,"
said Mr. Bobbsey, with a laugh.
"But, tell me, Daddy! Are we really going out West?" asked Bert. "I've
always wanted to go there, and I guess Nan has, too."
"Oh, you can depend upon it, Nan will always want to go where you go,
and so will Flossie and Freddie, for that matter!" said Mrs. Bobbsey,
with a laugh.
Bert had passed his small brother and sister as he entered the yard.
They were playing with a little cart of Freddie's, and, as you can
easily guess, Freddie was pretending he was a fireman.
"When are we going?" asked Bert. "Can't we go right away? School is
almost over, and I know I'm going to pass 'cause the teacher said so.
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