The
automobile had been brought around, and Harry Truesdell, who was to
drive it back from the station, was waiting.
"Come, children, we'll start now!" called Mother Bobbsey. "Get the
satchels you are to carry, Nan and Bert. Where are Flossie and
Freddie?" she asked. "I want them to take their baskets."
"They were here a minute ago," replied Nan, looking around the yard
for her smaller brother and Flossie.
"But they're not here now!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "See if you can
find them, Nan. Tell them we must leave now."
Nan set down the valise she had taken up and was about to go around to
the back yard when some excited cries were heard. Dinah's voice
sounded above the others.
"Heah, now, you stop dat, Freddie Bobbsey!" called the colored cook.
"Whut are yo' doin'? Heah, Freddie, yo' let mah clothes line alone!"
There was a moment of silence, and then Dinah's voice went on.
"Oh, land o' massy! Oh, I 'clare to goodness, yo' suah has gone an'
done it now! Oh, mah po' li'l honey lamb! Oh, Freddie, look what you
has gone an' done!"
At this moment the crying voice of Flossie was heard.
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