We shall get there to-morrow morning, and stay there two
days. Then we will go on to Lumberville. How long we shall stay there
I do not know. But as soon as we can attend to the business and get
matters in shape, we will go on to Cowdon."
"That's the place I want to get to!" exclaimed Bert. "I want to see
some Indians and cowboys."
"There may not be any there," said his mother.
"What! No cowboys on a ranch?" cried the boy.
"Why, Mother!" exclaimed Nan.
"I meant Indians," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Of course there'll be cowboys
to look after the cattle, but Indians are not as plentiful as they
once were, even out West."
"I only want to see an Indian baby and get an Indian doll," put in
Nan. "I don't like grown-up Indians. They have a lot of feathers on,
like turkeys."
"That's what I like!" Bert declared. "If I wasn't going to be a cowboy
I'd be an Indian, I guess."
Night came, and when the electric lights in the cars were turned on
Freddie and Flossie awakened from their nap.
"How do you feel?" asked his mother, as she smoothed her little boy's
rumpled hair.
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