The Bobbsey Twins in the Country | Page 3

like most good little boys he was
always saved just at the right time, for they say good children have real
angels watching over them. Nan, Bert, and Flossie all had plenty of
exciting experiences too, as told in "The Bobbsey Twins," for among
other neighbors there was Danny Rugg, a boy who always tried to
make trouble for Bert, and sometimes almost succeeded in getting Bert
into "hot water," as Dinah expressed it.
Of course Nan had her friends, as all big girls have, but Bert, her twin
brother, was her dearest chum, just as Freddie was Flossie's.
"When we get to the country we will plant trees, go fishing, and pick
blackberries," Nan said one day.
"Yes, and I'm going with Harry out exploring," Bert announced.
"I'm just going to plant things," prim little Flossie lisped. "I just love
melons and ice cream and--"
"Ice cream! Can you really plant ice cream?" Freddie asked innocently,
which made the others all laugh at Flossie's funny plans.
"I'm going to have chickens," Freddie told them. "I'm going to have one

of those queer chicken coops that you shut up tight and when you open
it it's just full of little 'kippies.'"
"Oh, an incubator, you mean," Nan explained. "That's a machine for
raising chickens without any mother."
"But mine are going to have a mother," Freddie corrected, thinking how
sad little chickens would be without a kind mamma like his own.
"But how can they have a mother where there isn't any for them?"
Flossie asked, with a girl's queer way of reasoning.
"I'll get them one," Freddie protested. "I'll let Snoop be their mamma."
"A cat! the idea! why, he would eat 'em all up," Flossie argued.
"Not if I whipped him once for doing it," the brother insisted. Then Nan
and Bert began to tease him for whipping the kitten after the chickens
had been "all eaten up."
So the merry days went on until at last vacation came!
"Just one more night," Nan told Flossie and Freddie when she prepared
them for bed, to help her very busy mother. Bert assisted his father with
the packing up, for the taking of a whole family to the country meant
lots of clothes, besides some books and just a few toys. Then there was
Bert's tool box--he knew he would need that at Meadow Brook.
The morning came at last, a beautiful bright day, a rare one for
traveling, for a fine shower the evening before had washed and cooled
things off splendidly.
"Now come, children," Mr. Bobbsey told the excited youngsters. "Keep
track of your things. Sam will be ready in a few minutes, and then we
must be off."
Promptly Sam pulled up to the door with the family carriage, and all
hurried to get in.

"Oh, Snoop, Snoop!" cried Freddie. "He's in the library in the box!
Dinah, get him quick, get him!" and Dinah ran back after the little
kitten.
"Here you is, Freddie!" she gasped, out of breath from hurrying. "You
don't go and forget poor Snoopy!" and she climbed in beside Sam.
Then they started.
"Oh, my lan' a-massy!" yelled Dinah presently in distress. "Sam
Johnson, you jest turn dat hoss around quick," and she jerked at the
reins herself. "You heah, Sam? Quick, I tells you. Get back to dat house.
I'se forgot to bring--to bring my lunch basket!"
"Oh, never mind, Dinah," Mrs. Bobbsey interrupted. "We will have
lunch on the train."
"But I couldn't leab dat nice lunch I got ready fo' de chillen in between,
missus," the colored woman urged. "I'll get it quick as a wink. Now,
Sam, you rush in dar quick, and fetch dat red and white basket dat
smells like chicken!"
So the good-natured maid had her way, much to the delight of Bert and
Freddie, who liked nothing so well as one of Dinah's homemade
lunches.
The railroad station was reached without mishap, and while Mr.
Bobbsey attended to getting the baskets checked at the little window in
the big round office, the children sat about "exploring." Freddie hung
back a little when a locomotive steamed up. He clung to his mother's
skirt, yet wanted to see how the machine worked.
"That's the fireman," Bert told him, pointing to the man in the cab of
the engine.
"Fireman!" Freddie repeated. "Not like our firemen. I wouldn't be that
kind," He had always wanted to be a fireman who helps to put out fires.

"Oh, this is another kind," his father explained, just then coming up in
readiness for the start.
"I guess Snoop's afraid," Freddie whispered to his mother, while he
peeped into the little box where Snoop was peacefully purring. Glad of
the excuse to get a little further away, Freddie ran back to where Dinah