"I guess I'll see them," Nan said. "I don't like Indian men and women,
but the babies must be cute."
"Wouldn't it be great if you could get an Indian doll?" asked Grace.
"Indians don't have dolls!" declared Danny.
"Indian girls do!" exclaimed Nellie. "I saw a picture in one of my
books of an Indian girl, and she had a doll made of corn silk and a
corncob and some tree bark."
"What a funny doll!" exclaimed Grace. "Do try and bring one home,
Nan!"
"I will," she promised.
Bert and Nan were so excited at the prospect of going West that if
their father and mother had expected the children to pack the trunks
and valises it never would have been done. But Mrs. Bobbsey knew
better than to expect this. She and Dinah looked after the packing.
Flossie and Freddie, of course, were too small to do any of this,
though one day Mrs. Bobbsey saw the little boy stuffing something into
an old stocking.
"Freddie Bobbsey, what are you doing?" asked his mother.
"Dinah gave me some cookies," was the answer, "and I'm goin' to take
'em out West with me.
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