They were some years younger than the older Bobbsey twins.
"I'll put out the fire if our house starts to burn while you're away,"
Freddie promised.
"There'll not be much danger of fire with Aunt Emeline here to look
after things," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "I wouldn't leave my children with
every one, but I know they'll be safe with Aunt Emeline," she said to
Dinah.
"Yassum, dey's suah gwine to be _safe!_" declared the fat, jolly
colored cook. "She suah will look after 'em! But will dey gets enough
to _eat?_ Dat's whut I'se askin' yo'!" and she looked earnestly
at Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Well, you'll be doing the cooking as usual. Dinah," said the
children's mother. "I depend on you to feed them well."
"Dat's all right, den!" exclaimed Dinah, with a satisfied air. "I
knows she won't starve 'em at de table, even ef she suah has terrible
'tickler manners. But ef she says dey shan't eat 'tween meals, den
I'll says to her as how dey can. I ain't gwine to hab mah honey lambs
starvin', dat's whut I ain't!" and Dinah shook her woolly head.
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