Bobbsey about Flossie and Freddie.
"And you mustn't do it again," said Mrs. Bobbsey, when the story had
been told.
"No'm, we won't!" promised Freddie.
"No, he won't do just this again," said Bert with a laugh to Nan. "But
he'll do something else just as queer."
And of course Freddie did.
After lunch Mrs. Powendon went back to her car, and the Bobbseys took
their seats in the drawing room which they occupied. The meal and the
riding made Flossie and Freddie sleepy, so their mother fixed a little
bed for them on the long seat, and soon they were dreaming away,
perhaps of cowboys and Indians and big trees being cut down in the
forest to make lumber for playhouses.
The train rumbled on, stopping now and then at different stations,
and, after a while, even Bert and Nan began to get tired of it, though
they liked traveling.
"How much farther do we have to go?" asked Bert, as the afternoon sun
began to go down in the west.
"Oh, quite a long way," his father answered. "We are not even in
Chicago yet.
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