Then the train puffed away and the Bobbsey twins, with their father
and mother, and with their baggage around them, stood on the platform
of the station which, as Bert could see, was marked "Lumberville."
"But where's the place? Where's the town? Where's the men cutting down
trees and all that?" Bert asked. He was beginning to feel
disappointed.
"Oh, this is only where the trains stop," his father said.
"Lumberville isn't a city, or even a town. It's just a settlement for
the lumber-men. Our timber tract is about seven miles from here."
"Have we got to walk?" asked Nan, as she looked down at her dainty,
new shoes which her mother had bought in Chicago.
"No, we don't have to walk. I think this is our automobile coming
now," replied Mr. Bobbsey, and he smiled at his wife.
Bert and Nan heard a rumbling sound back of the rough, wooden railroad
station. Flossie and Freddie were too busy watching and listening to
some blue jays in a tree overhead to pay attention to much else. But
as the rumbling sound grew louder Bert saw a big wagon approaching,
drawn by two powerful horses.
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