They did not want to go back home.
As the years went on, the two brothers saw each other once in a while,
and then for many months they would neither see nor hear from each
other. They kept the name Dayton, which they had taken after leaving
their father. As for Mr. Hickson, at first he did not try to find his
sons, but after his anger died away he felt lonely and wanted them
back. He felt that it was because of his queerness that they had gone
away.
But, though he searched, he could not find them.
"And I might never have found you if I hadn't been in the train wreck
and met the Bobbsey twins," said Mr. Hickson. "Coming to Lakeport was
the best thing I ever did."
"How's everything back in Lakeport?" asked Bert of Mr. Hickson, after
the first greetings between father and sons were over.
"Oh, just about the same," was the answer, "We haven't had any more
train wrecks, thank goodness."
"But we were in one!" exclaimed Freddie.
"So I heard. Well, I'm glad you weren't hurt. But I must begin to
think of getting back to your lumberyard, I guess, Mr.
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