"I had a letter from Bill to-day, Mrs. Bobbsey," said the ranch
foreman to the children's mother one afternoon.
"Did you? That's good!" she answered.
"And he says he'd like to see me," went on Mr. Charles Dayton. "He
says he has something to tell me."
"Did he say what it was about?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, while Bert and Nan
stood near by. They were waiting for the foreman to saddle the ponies
for them, as he always wanted to be sure the girths were made tight
enough before the twins set out for a ride.
"No, Bill didn't say what it was he wanted to tell me," went on
Charley. "And he writes rather queerly."
"Your brother seemed to me to be a bit odd," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "As if
he had some sort of a secret."
"Oh, well, I guess he has had his troubles, the same as I have," said
the ranch foreman.
"We were boys together, and we didn't have a very good time. I suppose
it was as much our fault as any one's. But you don't think of that at
the time. Well, I'll be glad to see Bill again, but I don't know when
we'll get together.
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