The Bobbsey Twins at the Seashore | Page 2

carry
them. They are in wet cotton battin at the stems, and they won't fade a
bit all day," and Nettie offered to Nan a gorgeous bouquet of lovely
pure white, waxy lilies, that grow so many on a stalk and have such a
delicious fragrance. Nettie's house was an old homestead, and there
delicate blooms crowded around the sitting-room window.
Nan let her hatbox down and took the flowers.
"These are lovely, Nettie," she exclaimed; "I'll take them, no matter
how I carry them. Thank you so much, and I hope I'll see you next
summer."
"Yes, do come out again!" Nettie faltered, for she would miss Nan, the
city girl had always been so kind--even lent her one of her own dresses
for the wonderful Fourth of July parade.
"Maybe you will come down to the beach on an excursion," called Nan,
as Bill started off again with no time to lose.
"I don't think so," answered Nettie, for she had never been on an
excursion--poor people can rarely afford to spend money for such
pleasures.
"I've got my duck," called Freddie to the little girl, who had given the
little creature to Freddie at the farewell party as a souvenir of Meadow
Brook.
"Have you?" laughed Nettie. "Give him plenty of water, Freddie, let

him loose in the ocean for a swim!" Then Nettie ran back to her home
duties.
"Queer," remarked Nan, as they hurried on. "The two girls I thought the
most of in Meadow Brook were poor: Nettie Prentice, and Nellie the
little cash girl at the fresh-air camp. Somehow, poor girls seem so real
and they talk to you so close--I mean they seem to just speak right out
of their eyes and hearts."
"That's what we call sincerity, daughter," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "You see,
children who have trials learn to appreciate more keenly than we, who
have everything we need. That appreciation shows in their eyes, and so
they seem closer to you, as you say."
"Oh! oh! oh!" screamed Freddie, "I think my duck is choked. He's got
his head out the hole. Take Snoop, quick, Bert, till I get Downy in
again," and the poor little fellow looked as scared as did the duck with
his "head out of the hole."
"He can't get it in again," cried Freddie, pushing gently on the little
lump of down with the queer yellow bill--the duck's head. "The hole
ain't big enough and he'll surely choke in it."
"Tear the cardboard down," said Bert. "That's easy enough," and the
older brother, coming to the rescue, put his fingers under the choking
neck, gave the paper box a jerk, and freed poor Downy.
"When we get to the depot we will have to paste some paper over the
tear," continued Bert, "or Downy will get out further next time."
"Here we are," called Uncle Daniel, pulling up to the old station.
"I'll attend to the baggage," announced Mr. Bobbsey, "while you folks
all go to the farther end of the platform. Our car will stop there."
For a little place like Meadow Brook seven people getting on the
Express seemed like an excursion, and Dave, the lame old agent,
hobbled about with some consequence, as he gave the man in the

baggage car instruction about the trunk and valises. During that brief
period, Harry, Aunt Sarah, and Uncle Daniel were all busy with
"good-byes": Aunt Sarah giving Flossie one kiss more, and Uncle
Daniel tossing Freddie up in the air in spite of the danger to Downy, the
duck.
"All aboard!" called the conductor.
"Good-by!"
"Good-by!"
"Come and see us at Christmas!" called Bert to Harry.
"I may go down to the beach!" answered Harry while the train brakes
flew off.
"We will expect you Thanksgiving," Mrs. Bobbsey nodded out the
window to Aunt Sarah.
"I'll come if I can," called back the other.
"Good-by! Good-by!"
"Now, let us all watch out for the last look at dear old Meadow Brook,"
exclaimed Nan, standing up by the window.
"Let Snoop see!" said Freddie, with his hand on the cover of the kitten's
box.
"Oh, no!" called everybody at once. "If you let that cat out we will have
just as much trouble as we did coming up. Keep him in his box."
"He would like to see too," pouted Freddie. "Snoop liked Meadow
Brook. Didn't you, Snoopy!" putting his nose close to the holes in the
box.
"I suppose by the time we come back from the beach Freddie will have
a regular menagerie," said Bert, with a laugh. "He had a kitten first,

now he has a kitten and a duck, and next he'll have a kitten, a duck, and
a---"
"Sea-serpent," put in Freddie, believing that he might get such a
monster if he cared