Snoop had gone out to the barn where
he knew he might catch a mouse.
In a little while Mr. Hickson drove up for the trunks which were
loaded on the lumber wagon.
"You're going to have a fine day to start for the West," said the old
man, who had entirely got over his hurt got in the railroad wreck. "A
very fine day!"
The June sun was shining, there was just enough wind to stir the
leaves of the trees, and, as Mr. Hickson said, it was indeed a fine
day for going out West, or anywhere else. Very happy were the Bobbsey
twins.
With rattles and bangs, the trunks were piled on the lumber wagon,
such valises as were not to be carried by Mr. or Mrs. Bobbsey, or Bert
or Nan, were put in among the trunks. Flossie and Freddie were each to
carry a basket which contained some things their mother thought might
be needed on the trip.
"All aboard!" called Mr. Hickson, as he took his seat and gathered up
the reins.
"That's what the conductor on the train says!" laughed Freddie, as he
and Flossie had to stop playing hide-and-go-seek among the trunks.
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