The Bobbsey Twins at the County Fair

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Title: The Bobbsey Twins at the County Fair
Author: Laura Lee Hope
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Language: English
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The Bobbsey Twins at the County Fair
BY LAURA LEE HOPE

AUTHOR OF "THE BOBBSEY TWINS SERIES,"
=This book, while produced under wartime conditions, in full
compliance with government regulations for the conservation of paper
and other essential materials, is COMPLETE AND UNABRIDGED=
NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS
Made in the United States of America
COPYRIGHT, 1922, by GROSSET & DUNLAP
The Bobbsey Twins at the County Fair
[Illustration: "OH, LOOK! FREDDIE'S IN A RACE!" CRIED
FLOSSIE.
The Bobbsey Twins at the County Fair Frontispiece (_Page 133_)]

CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. THE BROKEN BRIDGE 1
II. "THERE'S A SNAKE!" 14
III. THE MERRY-GO-ROUND 25
IV. A MISSING COAT 34
V. SAM IS WORRIED 48
VI. HAPPY DAYS COMING 57
VII. THE CRYING BOY 68
VIII. ANGRY MR. BLIPPER 79

IX. THE BIG SWING 89
X. DOWN A BIG HOLE 99
XI. THE COUNTY FAIR 108
XII. ON THE TRACK 121
XIII. IN THE CORNFIELD 129
XIV. FREDDIE AND THE PUMPKIN 139
XV. UP IN A BALLOON 148
XVI. ON THE ISLAND 158
XVII. THE SEARCHING PARTY 167
XVIII. ON THE ROCKS 173
XIX. TWO LITTLE SAILORS 182
XX. A HAPPY MEETING 194
XXI. BERT, NAN AND BOB 199
XXII. JOYOUS TIMES 207

THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE COUNTY FAIR
CHAPTER I
THE BROKEN BRIDGE
"Aren't you glad, Nan? Aren't you terrible glad?"
"Why, of course I am, Flossie!"

"And aren't you glad, too, Bert?" Flossie Bobbsey, who had first asked
this question of her sister, now paused in front of her older brother. She
looked up at him smiling as he cut away with his knife at a soft piece of
wood he was shaping into a boat for Freddie. "Aren't you terrible glad,
Bert?"
"I sure am, Flossie!" Bert answered, with a laugh. "What makes you
ask such funny questions?"
"Well, if you're glad why doesn't you wiggle like I do?" asked Flossie,
without answering Bert. "I feel just like wigglin' and squigglin' inside
and outside!" she added.
"Well, wiggle as much as you please, dear, but don't get your dress
dirty, whatever you do," advised Nan, with the air of a little mother, for
she felt that she must look after her smaller sister, since Mrs. Bobbsey
was not there to do it.
"Oh, I won't get my dress dirty!" laughed Flossie. "'Cause if I do----"
"'Cause if you do you can't go to the picnic!" finished Freddie, who was
so interested in watching brother Bert make the little wooden ship that
he forgot all about talking.
"I'm just goin' to wiggle standin' up," Flossie said, and she did so,
squirming about in delight at the fun which was soon to come.
"Don't forget your 'g' letters!" called Nan, shaking her finger at her
sister. "You must say 'going' and 'standing' not 'goin',' my dear, or
'standin',' you know."
"Yes, I know. But when you feel like wigglin'--I mean wigglING," and
Flossie said the last syllable very loudly, "why, then you don't think
about 'g' letters; do you, Freddie?"
"I don't guess so," he answered, not taking his eyes off the knife that
was flashing in Bert's hand, making the white slivers of wood scatter
over the green grass.

"Oh, I just can hardly wait till the auto truck comes; can you, Nan?"
asked Flossie, dancing over the lawn like a fairy in a play. "Oh, I'm so
glad it doesn't rain!" and she looked anxiously up at the sky as if some
cloud might float across the wonderful blue and spoil the day of
pleasure.
"Yes, the weather is lovely," agreed Nan. "And if you don't think so
much about it, Flossie, the truck will get here all the sooner."
"But I like to think about it!" cried Flossie. "It's the same as Christmas!
The more you think about it the more fun it is! Oh, I'm going to look
down the road and see if the truck is coming!"
Down toward the front gate she skipped, the big bow of ribbon on her
hair flapping up and down like the wings of some great blue butterfly.
"Be careful about