Maybe I'll get hungry, an' maybe I'll get lost,
or carried off by the Indians, an' then I'll have cookies to eat!"
"Oh, dear me! you can't take a lot of cookies in a stocking," laughed
Mrs. Bobbsey.
"There'll be plenty to eat out West. As for getting lost, I suppose
you will do that; you always have, but we manage to find you. However,
I hope you won't get lost too often. And I don't think you'll be
carried off by the Indians. Or, if so, they'd return you quickly."
The happy days seemed to grow happier as the time came nearer to take
the train for the great West. One afternoon, the day before the
Bobbsey twins were to start, Bert and Nan went down to their father's
lumberyard office with a message sent by their mother.
"What's all this I hear about you?" asked Mr. Hickson, the old man who
had been in the railroad wreck. He was out loading a wagon with
boards. "What are you children going to do out West?" he asked them.
"I'm going to learn to be a cowboy," declared Bert.
"And I'm going to get an Indian doll!" said Nan.
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