Bobbsey Twins in the Country
by Laura Lee Hope
Hypertext Meanings and Commentaries
from the Encyclopedia of the Self
by Mark Zimmerman

BY LAURA LEE HOPE

CONTENTS

I. THE INVITATION
II. THE START
III. SNOOP ON THE TRAIN
IV. A LONG RIDE
V. MEADOW BROOK
VI. FRISKY
VII. A COUNTRY PICNIC
VIII. FUN IN THE WOODS
IX. FOURTH OF JULY
X. A GREAT DAY
XI. THE LITTLE GARDENERS
XII. TOM'S RUNAWAY
XIII. PICKING PEAS
XIV. THE CIRCUS
XV. THE CHARIOT RACE
XVI. THE FLOOD
XVII. A TOWN AFLOAT
XVIII. THE FRESH-AIR CAMP
XIX. SEWING SCHOOL
XX. A MIDNIGHT SCARE
XXI. WHAT THE WELL CONTAINED
XXII. LITTLE JACK HORNER  - GOOD-BYE

THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY

CHAPTER I
THE INVITATION

"There goes the bell! It's the letter carrier! Let me answer!" Freddie
exclaimed.

"Oh, let me! It's my turn this week!" cried Flossie.

"But I see a blue envelope. That's from Aunt Sarah!" the brother cried.

Meanwhile both children, Freddie and Flossie, were making all possible
efforts to reach the front door, which Freddie finally did by jumping over
the little divan that stood in the way, it being sweeping day.

"I beat you," laughed the boy, while his sister stood back, acknowledging
defeat.

"Well, Dinah had everything in the way and anyhow, maybe it was your turn.
Mother is in the sewing room, I guess!" Flossie concluded, and so the two
started in search of the mother, with the welcome letter from Aunt Sarah
tight in Freddie's chubby fist.

Freddie and Flossie were the younger of the two pairs of twins that belonged
to the Bobbsey family. The little ones were four years old, both with light
curls framing pretty dimpled faces, and both being just fat enough to be
good-natured. The other twins, Nan and Bert, were eight years old, dark and
handsome, and as like as "two peas" the neighbors used to say. Some people
thought it strange there should be two pairs of twins in one house, but Nan
said it was just like four-leaf clovers, that always grow in little patches
by themselves.

This morning the letter from Aunt Sarah, always a welcome happening, was
especially joyous.

"Do read it out loud," pleaded Flossie, when the blue envelope had been
opened in the sewing room by Mrs. Bobbsey.

"When can we go?" broke in Freddie, at a single hint that the missive
contained an invitation to visit Meadow Brook, the home of Aunt Sarah in the
country.

"Now be patient, children," the mother told them. "I'll read the invitation
in just a minute," and she kept her eyes fastened on the blue paper in a way
that even to Freddie and Flossie meant something very interesting.

"Aunt Sarah wants to know first how we all are."

"Oh, we're all well," Freddie interrupted, showing some impatience.

"Do listen, Freddie, or we won't hear," Flossie begged him, tugging at his
elbow.

"Then she says," continued the mother, "that this is a beautiful summer at
Meadow Brook."

"Course it is. We know that!" broke in Freddie again.

"Freddie!" pleaded Flossie.

"And she asks how we would like to visit them this summer."

"Fine, like it - lovely!" the little boy almost shouted, losing track of
words in his delight.

"Tell her we'll come, mamma," went on Freddie. "Do send a letter quick
won't you, mamma ?"

"Freddie Bobbsey!" spoke up Flossie, in a little girl's way of showing
indignation. "If you would only keep quiet we could hear about going, but -
you always stop mamma. Please, mamma, read the rest," and the golden head
was pressed against the mother's shoulder from the arm of the big rocking
chair.

"Well, I was only just saying - " pouted Freddie.

"Now listen, dear." The mother went on once more reading from the letter:
"Aunt Sarah says Cousin Harry can hardly wait until vacation time to see
Bert, and she also says, 'For myself I cannot wait to see the babies. I
want to hear Freddie laugh, and I want to hear Flossie "say her piece," as
she did last Christmas, then I just want to hug them both to death, and so
does their Uncle Daniel.' "

"Good! - goody!" broke in the irrepressible Freddie again. "I'll just hug
Aunt Sarah this way," and he fell on his mother's neck and squeezed until
she cried for him to stop.

"I guess she'll like that," Freddie wound up, in real satisfaction at his
hugging ability.

"Not if you spoil her hair," Flossie insisted, while the overcome mother
tried to adjust herself generally.

"Is that all?" Flossie asked.

"No, there is a message for Bert and Nan too, but I must keep that for lunch
time. Nobody likes stale news," the mother replied.

"But can't we hear it when Bert and Nan come from school?" coaxed Flossie.

"Of course," the mother assured her. "But you must run out in the air now.
We have taken such a long time to read the letter."

"Oh, aren't you glad!" exclaimed Flossie to her brother, as they ran along
the stone wall that edged the pretty terrace in front of their home.

"Glad! I'm just - so glad - so glad - I could almost fly up in the air!" the
boy managed to say in chunks, for he had never had much experience with
words, a very few answering for all his needs.

The morning passed quickly to the little ones, for they had so much to think
about now, and when the school children appeared around the corner Flossie
and Freddie hurried to meet Nan and Bert, to tell them the news.

"We're going! we're going!" was about all Freddie could say.

"0h, the letter came - from Aunt Sarah!" was Flossie's way of telling the
news. But it was at the lunch table that Mrs. Bobbsey finished the letter.

"'Tell Nan,'" she read, "'that Aunt Sarah has a lot of new patches and
tidies to show her, and tell her I have found a new kind of jumble chocolate
that I am going to teach her to make.'  There, daughter, you see," commented
Mrs. Bobbsey, "Aunt Sarah has not forgotten what a good little baker you
are."

"Chocolate jumble," remarked Bert, and smacked his lips. "Say, Nan, be sure
to learn that. It sounds good," the brother declared.

Just then Dinah, the maid, brought in the chocolate, and the children tried
to tell her about going to the country, but so many were talking at once
that the good-natured colored girl interrupted the confusion with a hearty
laugh.

"Ha! ha! ha! And all you-uns be goin' to de country!"

"Yes, Dinah," Mrs. Bobbsey told her, "and just listen to what Aunt Sarah
says about you," and once more the blue letter came out, while Mrs. Bobbsey
read:

" 'And be sure to bring dear old Dinah! We have plenty of room, and she
will so enjoy seeing the farming.'"

"Farming! Ha! ha! Dat I do like. Used to farm all time home in Virginie!"
the maid declared. "And I likes it fuss-rate! Yes, Dinah'll go and hoe de
corn and" (aside to Bert) "steal de watermelons!"

The prospects were indeed bright for a happy time in the country, and the
Bobbseys never disappointed themselves when fun was within their reach.

CHAPTER II
THE START

With so much to think about, the few weeks that were left between vacation
and the country passed quickly for the Bobbseys. As told in any first book,
"The Bobbsey Twins," this little family had a splendid home in Lakeport,
where Mr. Bobbsey was a lumber mechant [sic]. The mother and father were
both young themselves, and always took part in their children's joys and
sorrows, for there were sorrows sometimes. Think of poor little Freddie
getting shut up all alone in a big store with only a little black kitten,
"Snoop," to keep him from being scared to death; that was told of in the
first book, for Freddie went shopping one day with his mamma, and wandered
off a little bit. Presently he found himself in the basement of the store;
there he had so much trouble in getting out he fell asleep in the meantime.
Then, when he awoke and it was all dark, and the great big janitor came to
rescue him - oh! - Freddie thought the man might even be a giant when he
first heard the janitor's voice in the dark store,

Freddie often got in trouble, but 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 sat on a long
shiny bench.

"Say, chile," she began, "you hear dat music ober dar? Well, a big fat lady
jest jumped up and down on dat machine and it starts up and plays Swanee
Ribber."

"That's a weighing machine," Nan said with a laugh. "You just put a penny
in it and it tells you how much you weigh besides playing a tune."

"Lan' o' massy! does it? Wonder has I time to try it?"

"Yes, come on," called Bert. "Father said we have plenty of time," and at
the word Dinah set out to get weighed. She looked a little scared, as if it
might "go off" first, but when she heard the soft strain of an old melody
coming out she almost wanted to dance.

"Now, ain't dat fine!" she exclaimed. "Wouldn't dat be splendid in de
kitchen to weigh de flour, Freddie ?"

But even the interesting sights in the railroad station had to be given up
now, for the porter swung open a big gate and called: "All aboard for
Meadow Brook!" and the Bobbseys hurried off.

CHAPTER III
SNOOP ON THE TRAIN

"I'm glad Dinah looks nice," Flossie whispered to her mother, when she saw
how beautiful the parlor car was. "And isn't Freddie good?" the little girl
remarked anxiously, as if fearing her brother might forget his best manners
in such a grand place.

Freddie and Bert sat near their father on the big soft revolving chairs in
the Pullman car, while Nan and Flossie occupied the sofa at the end near
their mother. Dinah sat up straight and dignified, and, as Flossie said,
really looked nice, in her very clean white waist and her soft black skirt.
On her carefully parted hair she wore a neat little black turban. Bert
always laughed at the number of "parts" Dinah made in her kinky hair, and
declared that she ought to be a civil engineer, she could draw such splendid
maps even on the back of her head.

The grandeur of the parlor car almost overcame Freddie, but he clung to
Snoop in the pasteboard box and positively refused to let the kitten go into
the baggage car. Dinah's lunch basket was so neatly done up the porter
carried it very carefully to her seat when she entered the train, although
lunch baskets are not often taken in as "Pullman car baggage."

"I'm going to let Snoop out!" whispered Freddie suddenly, and before anyone
had a chance to stop him, the little black kitten jumped out of the box, and
perched himself on the window sill to look out at the fine scenery.

"Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, "the porter will put him off the train!" and
she tried to catch the now happy little Snoop.

"No, he won't," Mr. Bobbsey assured her. "I will watch out for that."

"Here, Snoop," coaxed Nan, also alarmed. "Come, Snoop!"

But the kitten had been captive long enough to appreciate his liberty now,
and so refused to be coaxed. Flossie came down between the velvet chairs
very cautiously, but as soon as Snoop saw her arm stretch out for him, he
just walked over the back of the highest seat and down into the lap of a
sleeping lady!

"Oh, mercy me!" screamed the lady, as she awoke with Snoop's tail whisking
over her face. "Goodness, gracious! what is that?" and before she had fully
recovered from the shock she actually jumped up on the chair, like the funny
pictures of a woman and a mouse.

The people around could not help laughing, but Freddie and the other
Bobbseys were frightened.

"Oh, will they kill Snoop now?" Freddie almost cried. "Dinah, please help me
get him!"

By this time the much scared lady had found out it was only a little kitten,
and feeling very foolish she sat down and coaxed Snoop into her lap again.
Mr. Bobbsey hurried to apologize.

"We'll have to put him back in the box," Mr. Bobbsey declared, but that was
easier said than done, for no sooner would one of the Bobbseys approach the
cat than Snoop would walk himself off. And not on the floor either, but up
and down the velvet chairs, and in and out under the passengers' arms.
Strange to say, not one of the people minded it, but all petted Snoop until,
as Bert said, "He owned the car."

"Dat cat am de worst!" Dinah exclaimed. "'Pears like it was so stuck up an'
fine dar ain't no place in dis 'yere Pullin' car good 'nough fer him."

"Oh, the porter! the porter!" Bert cried. "He'll surely throw Snoop out of
the window."

"Snoop! Snoop!" the whole family called in chorus, but Snoop saw the porter
himself and made up his mind the right thing to do under the circumstances
would be to make friends.

"Cat?" exclaimed the good-looking colored man. "Scat! Well, I declare!
What you think of that?"

Freddie felt as if he were going to die, he was so scared, and Flossie's
tears ran down her cheeks.

"Will he eat him?" Freddie blubbered, thinking of some queer stories he had
heard like that. Mr. Bobbsey, too, was a little alarmed and hurried to
reach Snoop.

The porter stooped to catch the offending kitten, while Snoop walked right
up to him, sniffed his uniform, and stepped upon the out- stretched black
hand.

"Well, you is a nice little kitten," the porter admitted, fondling Snoop in
spite of orders.

"Oh, please, Mr. Porter, give me my cat!" cried Freddie, breaking away from
all restraint and reaching Snoop.

"Yours, is it? Well, I don't blame you, boy, for bringing dat cat along.
An' say," and the porter leaned down to the frightened Freddie, "it's
against orders, but I'd jest like to take dis yer kitten back in de kitchen
and treat him, for he's - he's a star!" and he fondled Snoop closer.

"But I didn't know it was wrong, and I'll put him right back in the box,"
Freddie whimpered, not quite understanding the porter's intention.

"Well, say, son!" the porter exclaimed as Mr. Bobbsey came up. "What do you
say if you papa let you come back in de kitchen wid me? Den you can jest
see how I treat de kitty-cat!"

So Freddie started off after the porter, who proudly carried Snoop, while
Mr. Bobbsey brought up the rear. Everybody along the aisle wanted to pet
Snoop, who, from being a little stowaway was now the hero of the occasion.
More than once Freddie stumbled against the side of the big seats as the
cars swung along like a reckless automobile, but each time his father caught
him by the blouse and set him on his feet again, until at last, after
passing through the big dining car, the kitchen was reached.

"What you got dar? Somethin' fer soup?" laughed the good-natured cook, who
was really fond of cats and wouldn't harm one for the world.

Soon the situation was explained, and as the porters and others gathered
around in admiration, Snoop drank soup like a gentleman, and then took two
courses, one of fish and one of meat, in splendid traveler fashion.

"Dat's de way to drink soup on a fast train," laughed the porter. "You
makes sure of it dat way, and saves your clothes. Ha! ha! ha!" he
laughed, remembering how many men have to have their good clothes cleaned of
soup after a dinner on a fast train. Reluctantly the men gave Snoop back to
Freddie, who, this time, to make sure of no further adventures, put the
popular black kitten in his box in spite of protests from the admiring
passengers.

"You have missed so much of the beautiful scenery," Nan told Freddie and her
father when they joined the party again. "Just see those mountains over
there," and then they sat at the broad windows gazing for a long time at the
grand scenery as it seemed to rush by.

CHAPTER IV
A LONG RIDE

The train was speeding along with that regular motion that puts many
travelers to sleep, when Freddie curled himself on the sofa and went to
sleep.

"Poor little chap!" Mr. Bobbsey remarked. "He is tired out, and he was so
worried about Snoop!"

"I'm glad we were able to get this sofa, so many other people like a rest
and there are only four sofas on each car," Mrs. Bobbsey explained to Dinah,
who was now tucking Freddie in as if he were at home in his own cozy bed.
The air cushion was blown up, and put under the yellow head and a shawl was
carefully placed over him.

Flossie's pretty dimpled face was pressed close to the window pane, admiring
the big world that seemed to be running away from the train, and Bert found
the observation end of the train very interesting.

"What a beautiful grove of white birch trees!" Nan exclaimed, as the train
swung into a ravine. "And see the soft ferns clinging about them. Mother,
the ferns around the birch tree make me think of the fine lace about your
throat!"

"Why, daughter, you seem to be quite poetical!" and the mother smiled, for
indeed Nan had a very promising mind.

"What time will we get there, papa?" Bert asked, returning from the
vestibule.

"In time for dinner Aunt Sarah said, that is if they keep dinner for us
until one o'clock," answered the parent, as he consulted his watch.

"It seems as if we had been on the train all night," Flossie remarked.

"Well, we started early, dear," the mother assured the tired little girl.
"Perhaps you would like one of Dinah's dainty sandwiches now?"

A light lunch was quickly decided on, and Dinah took Flossie and Nan to a
little private room at one end of the train, Bert went with his father to
the smoking room on the other end, while the mother remained to watch
Freddie. The lunch was put up so that each small sandwich could be eaten
without a crumb spilling, as the little squares were each wrapped separately
in waxed paper.

There was a queer alcohol lamp in the ladies room, and other handy
contrivances for travelers, which amused Flossie and Nan.

"Dat's to heat milk fo' babies," Dinah told the girls, as she put the paper
napkins carefully on their laps, and got each a nice drink of icewater out
of the cooler.

Meanwhile Bert was enjoying his lunch at the other end of the car, for
children always get hungry when traveling, and meals on the train are only
served at certain hours. Two other little girls came into the compartment
while Flossie and Nan were at lunch. The strange girls wore gingham aprons
over their fine white dresses, to keep the car dust off their clothes, and
they had paper caps on their heads like the favors worn at children's
parties. Seeing there was no stool vacant the strangers darted out again in
rather a rude way, Nan thought.

"Take you time, honeys," Dinah told her charges. "If dey is very hungry dey
can get ice cream outside."

"But mother never lets us eat strange ice cream," Flossie reminded the maid.
"And maybe they can't either."

Soon the lunch was finished, and the Bobbseys felt much refreshed by it.
Freddie still slept with Snoop's box close beside him, and Mrs. Bobbsey was
reading a magazine.

"One hour more!" Bert announced, beginning to pick things up even that
early.

"Now we better all close our eyes and rest, so that we will feel good when
we get to Meadow Brook," Mrs. Bobbsey told them. It was no task to obey
this suggestion, and the next thing the children knew, mother and father and
Dinah were waking them up to get them ready to leave the train.

"Now, don't forget anything," Mr. Bobbsey cautioned the party, as hats and
wraps were donned and parcels picked up.

Freddie was still very sleepy and his papa had to carry him off, while the
others, with some excitement, hurried after.

"Oh, Snoop, Snoop!" cried Freddie as, having reached the platform, they now
saw the train start off. "I forgot Snoop! Get him quick!"

"Dat kitten again!" Dinah exclaimed, with some indignation. "He's more
trouble den -  den de whole family!"

In an instant the train had gotten up speed, and it seemed Snoop was gone
this time sure.

"Snoop!" cried Freddie, in dismay.

Just then the kind porter who had befriended the cat before, appeared on the
platform with the perforated box in his hand.

"I wanted to keep him," stammered the porter, "but I knows de little boy 'ud
break his heart after him."  And he threw the box to Mr. Bobbsey.

There was no time for words, but Mr. Bobbsey thrust a coin in the man's hand
and all the members of the Bobbsey family looked their thanks.

"Well, I declare, you can't see anybody," called out a good-natured little
lady, trying to surround them all at once.

"Aunt Sarah!" exclaimed the Bobbseys.

"And Uncle Dan!"

"And Harry!"

"Hello! How do? How are you? How be you?" and such kissing and
handshaking had not for some time entertained the old agent at the Meadow
Brook station.

"Here at last!" Uncle Daniel declared, grabbing up Freddie and giving him
the kind of hug Freddie had intended giving Aunt Sarah.

The big wagon from the Bobbsey farm, with the seats running along each side,
stood at the other side of the platform, and into this the Bobbseys were
gathered, bag and baggage, not forgetting the little black cat.

"All aboard for Meadow Brook farm!" called Bert, as the wagon started aff
[sic] along the shady country road.

CHAPTER V
MEADOW BROOK

"Oh, how cool the trees are out here!"  Flossie exclaimed, as the wagon
rumbled along so close to the low trees that Bert could reach out and pick
horse-chestnut blossoms.

"My, how sweet it is!" said Dinah, as she sniffed audibly, enjoying the
freshness of the country.

Freddie was on the seat with Uncle Dan and had Snoop's box safe in his arms.
He wanted to let the cat see along the road, but everybody protested.

"No more Snoop in this trip," laughed Mr. Bobbsey. "He has had all the fun
he needs for to-day." So Freddie had to be content.

"Oh, do let me get out?" pleaded Nan presently. "See that field of orange
lilies."

"Not now, dear," Aunt Sarah told her. "Dinner is spoiling for us, and we
can often walk down here to get flowers."

"Oh, the cute little calf! Look!" Bert exclaimed from his seat next to
Harry, who had been telling his cousin of all the plans he had made for a
jolly vacation.

"Look at the billy-goat!" called Freddie.

"See, see, that big black chicken flying!" Flossie cried out excitedly.

"That's a hawk!" laughed Bert; "maybe it's a chicken hawk."

"A children hawk!" Flossie exclaimed, missing the word. Then everybody
laughed, and Flossie said maybe there were children hawks for bad girls and
boys, anyway.

Aunt Sarah and Mrs. Bobbsey were chatting away like two schoolgirls, while
Dinah and the children saw something new and interesting at every few paces
old Billy, the horse, took.

"Hello there, neighbor," called a voice from the field at the side of the
road. "My horse has fallen in the ditch, and I'll have to trouble you to
help me."

"Certainly, certainly, Peter," answered Uncle Daniel, promptly jumping down,
with Mr. Bobbsey, Bert, and Harry following. Aunt Sarah leaned over the
seat and took the reins, but when she saw in what ditch the other horse had
fallen she pulled Billy into the gutter.

"Poor Peter!" she exclaimed. "That's the second horse that fell in that
ditch this week. And it's an awful job to get them out. I'll just wait to
see if they need our Billy, and if not, we can drive on home, for Martha
will be most crazy waiting with dinner."

Uncle Daniel, Mr. Bobbsey, and the boys hurried to where Peter Burns stood
at the brink of one of those ditches that look like mud and turn out to be
water.

"And that horse is a boarder too,!" Peter told them. "Last night we said he
looked awful sad, but we didn't think he would commit suicide."

"Got plenty of blankets?" Uncle Daniel asked, pulling his coat off and
preparing to help his neighbor, as all good people do in the country.

"Four of them, and these planks. But I couldn't get a man around. Lucky
you happened by," Peter Burns answered.

All this time the horse in the ditch moaned as if in pain, but Peter said it
was only because he couldn't get on his feet. Harry, being light in weight,
slipped a halter over the poor beast's head.

"I could get a strap around him!" Harry suggested, moving out cautiously on
the plank.

"All right, my lad, go ahead," Peter told him, passing the big strap over to
Bert, who in turn passed it on to Harry.

It was no easy matter to get the strap in place, but with much tugging and
splashing of mud Harry succeeded. Then the ropes were attached and
everybody pulled vigorously.

"Get up, Ginger! Get up, Ginger!" Peter called lustily, but Ginger only
seemed to flop in deeper, through his efforts to raise himself.

"Guess we'll have to get Billy to pull," Uncle Daniel suggested, and Mr.
Bobbsey hurried back to the road to unhitch the other horse.

"Don't let Billy fall in!" exclaimed Nan, who was much excited over the
accident.

"Can't I go, papa?" Freddie pleaded. "I'll stay away from the edge!"

"You better stay in the wagon; the horse might cut up when he gets out," the
father warned Freddie, who reluctantly gave in.

Soon Billy was hitched to the ropes, and with a few kind words from Uncle
Daniel the big white horse strained forward, pulling Ginger to his feet as
he did so.

"Hurrah!" shouted Freddie from the wagon. "Billy is a circus horse, isn't
he, Uncle Dan?"

"He's a good boy," the uncle called back patting Billy affectionately, while
Mr. Bobbsey and the boys loosened the straps. The other horse lay on the
blankets, and Peter rubbed him with all his might, to save a chill as he
told the boys.

Then, after receiving many thanks for the help given, the Bobbseys once more
started off toward the farm.

"Hot work," Uncle Daniel remarked to the ladies, as he mopped his forehead.

"I'm so glad you could help Peter," Aunt Sarah told him, "for he does seem
to have SO much trouble."

"All kinds of things happen in the country," Harry remarked, as Billy headed
off for home.

At each house along the way boys would call out to Harry, asking him about
going fishing! or berrying, or some other sport, so that Bert felt a good
time was in store for him, as the boys were about his own age and seemed so
agreeable.

"Nice fellows," Harry remarked by way of introducing Bert.

"They seem so," Bert replied, cordially.

"We've made up a lot of sports," Harry went on, "and we were only waiting
for you to come to start out. We've planned a picnic for to-morrow."

"Here we are," called Uncle Daniel as Biily turned into the pretty driveway
in front of the Bobbseys' country home. On each side of the drive grew
straight lines of boxwood, and back of this hedge were beautiful flowers,
shining out grandly now in the July sun.

"Hello, Martha!" called the visitors, as the faithful old servant appeared
on the broad white veranda. She was not black like Dinah, but looked as if
she was just as merry and full of fun as anyone could be.

"Got here at last!" she exclaimed, taking Dinah's lunch basket.

"Glad to see you, Martha," Dinah told her. "You see, I had to come along.
And Snoop too, our kitty. We fetched him."

"The more the merrier," replied the other, "and there's lots of room for
all."

"Starved to death!" Harry laughed, as the odor of a fine dinner reached him.

"We'll wash up a bit and join you in a few minutes, ladies," Uncle Daniel
said, in his polite way. The horse accident had given plenty of need for a
washing up.

"Got Snoop dis time," Freddie lisped, knocking the cover off the box and
petting the frightened little black cat. "Hungry, Snoopy?" he asked,
pressing his baby cheek to the soft fur.

"Bring the poor kitty out to the kitchen," Martha told him. "I'll get him a
nice saucer of fresh milk."  And so it happened, as usual, Snoop had his
meal first, just as he had had on the Pullman car. Soon after this Martha
went outside and rang a big dinner bell that all the men and boys could
hear. And then the first vacation dinner was served in the long old-
fashioned dining room.

CHAPTER VI
FRISKY

Although they were tired from their journey, the children had no idea of
resting on that beautiful afternoon, so promptly after dinner the baggage
was opened, and vacation clothes were put on. Bert, of course, was ready
first; and soon he and Harry were running down the road to meet the other
boys and perfect their plans for the picnic.

Nan began her pleasures by exploring the flower gardens with Uncle Daniel.

"I pride myself on those zinnias," the uncle told Nan, "just see those
yellows, and those pinks. Some are as big as dahlias, aren't they?"

"They are just beautiful, uncle," Nan replied, in real admiration. "I have
always loved zinnias. And they last so long?"

"All summer. Then, what do you think of my sweet peas?"

So they went from one flower bed to another, and Nan thought she had never
before seen so many pretty plants together.

Flossie and Freddie were out in the barnyard with Aunt Sarah.

"Oh, auntie, what queer little chickens!" Flossie exclaimed, pointing to a
lot of pigeons that were eagerly eating corn with the chickens.

"Those are Harry's homer pigeons," the aunt explained. "Some day we must go
off to the woods and let the birds fly home with a letter to Dinah and
Martha."

"Oh, please do it now," Freddie urged, always in a hurry for things.

"We couldn't to-day, dear," Aunt Sarah told him. "Come, let me show you our
new little calf."

"Let me ride her?" Freddie asked, as they reached the animal.

"Calfs aren't for riding, they're for milk," Flossie spoke up.

"Yes, this one drinks plenty of milk," Aunt Sarah said, while Frisky, the
calf, rubbed her head kindly against Aunt Sarah's skirts.

"Then let me take her for a walk," Freddie pleaded, much in love with the
pretty creature.

"And they don't walk either," Flossie persisted. "They mostly run."

"I could just hold the rope, couldn't I, Aunt Sarah?"

"If you keep away from the barnyard gate, and hold her very tight," was the
consent given finally, much to Freddie's delight.

"Nice Frisky," he told the calf, petting her fondly. "Pretty calf, will you
let Snoop play with you?"  Frisky was sniffing suspiciously all the time,
and Aunt Sarah had taken Flossie in the barn to see the chickens' nests.

"Come, Frisky, take a walk," suggested Freddie, and quite obediently the
little cow walked along. But suddenly Frisky spied the open gate and the
lovely green grass outside.

Without a moment's warning the calf threw her hind legs up in the air, then
bolted straight for the gate, dragging Freddie along after her.

"Whoa, Frisky! whoa!" yelled Freddie, but the calf ran right along.

"Hold tight, Freddie!" called Flossie, as she and Aunt Sarah appeared on the
scene.

"Whoa, whoa!" yelled the little boy constantly, but he might as well have
called "Get app," for Frisky was going so fast now that poor little
Freddie's hands were all but bleeding from the rough rope.

"Look out, Freddie! Let go!" called Aunt I Sarah as she saw Frisky heading
for the apple tree.

The next minute Frisky made a dash around the tree, once, then again,
winding the rope as she went, and throwing Freddie out with force against
the side of the terrace.

"Oh," Freddie moaned feebly.

"Are you dead?" cried Flossie, running up with tears in her eyes.

"Oh," moaned the boy again, turning over with much trouble as Aunt Sarah
lifted him.

"Oh," he murmured once more, "oh - catch  - Frisky!"

"Never mind her," Aunt Sarah said, anxiously. "Are you hurt, dear!"

"No - not - a bit. But look! There goes Frisky! Catch her!"

"Your poor little hands!" Flossie almost cried, kissing the red blisters.
"See, they're cut!"

"Firemen have to slide on ropes!" Freddie spoke up, recovering himself, "and
I'm going to be a fireman. I was one that time, because I tried to save
somebody and didn't care if I got hurted!"

"You are a brave little boy," Aunt Sarah assured him. "You just sit here
with sister while I try to get that naughty Frisky before she spoils the
garden."

By this time the calf was almost lost to them, as she plunged in and out of
the pretty hedges. Fortunately Bert and Harry just turned in the gate.

"Runaway calf! Runaway calf!" called the boys. "Stop the runaway!" and
instantly a half-dozen other boys appeared, and all started in pursuit.

But Frisky knew how to run, besides she had the advantage of a good start,
and now she just dashed along as if the affair was the biggest joke of her
life.

"The river! The river!" called the boys

"She'll jump in!" and indeed the pretty Meadow Brook, or river, that ran
along some feet lower than the Bobbseys' house, on the other side of the
highway, was now dangerously near the runaway calf.

There was a heavy thicket a few feet further up, and as the boys squeezed in
and out of the bushes Frisky plunged into this piece of wood.

"Oh, she's gone now, sure!" called Harry "Listen!"

Sure enough there was a splash!

Frisky must be in the river!

It took some time to reach the spot where the fall might have sounded from,
and the boys made their way heavy-hearted, for all loved the pretty little
Frisky.

"There's footprints!" Bert discovered emerging from the thick bush.

"And they end here!" Harry finished, indicating the very brink of the river.

"She's gone!"

"But how could she drown so quickly?" Bert asked.

"Guess that's the channel," Tom Mason, one of the neighbors' boys, answered.

"Listen! Thought I heard something in the bushes!" Bert whispered.

But no welcome sound came to tell that poor Frisky was hiding in the
brushwood. With heavy hearts the boys turned away. They didn't even feel
like talking, somehow. They had counted on bringing the calf back in
triumph.

When Flossie and Freddie saw them coming back without Frisky they just had
to cry and no one could stop them.

"I tried to be a fireman!" blubbered Freddie. "I didn't care if the rope
hurted my hands either!"

"If only I didn't go in to see the chickens nests," Flossie whimpered, "I
could have helped Freddie!"

"Never you mind, little 'uns," Dinah told them. "Dinah go and fetch dat
Frisky back to-morrer. See if she don't. You jest don't cry no more, but
eat you supper and take a good sleep, 'cause we're goin' to have a picnic
to-morrer you knows, doesn't youse?"

The others tried to comfort the little ones too, and Uncle Daniel said he
knew where he could buy another calf just like Frisky, so after a little
while Freddie felt better and even laughed when Martha made the white cat
Fluffy and Snoop play ball in the big long kitchen.

"I'm goin' to pray Frisky will come back," Nan told her little brother when
she kissed him good-night, "and maybe the dear Lord will find her for you."

"Oh, yes, Nannie, do ask Him," pleaded Freddie, "and tell Him - tell Him if
He'll do it this time, I'll be so good I won't never need to bother Him any
more."

Freddie meant very well, but it sounded strange, and made Aunt Sarah say,
"The Lord bless the little darling!"  Then night came and an eventful day
closed in on our dear little Bobbseys.

"Seems as if something else ought to happen to-night," Bert remarked to
Harry as they prepared to retire. "This was such a full day, wasn't it?"

"It's early yet," Harry answered, "and it's never late here until it's time
to get early again."

"Sounds so strange to hear - those -  those -"

"Crickets," Harry told him, "and tree toads and katydids. Oh, there's lots
to listen to if you shouldn't feel sleepy."

The house was now all quiet, and even the boys had ceased whispering.
Suddenly there was a noise in the driveway!

The next minute someone called out in the night!

"Hello there! All asleep! Wake up, somebody!"

Even Freddie did wake up and ran into his mother's room.

"Come down here, Mr. Bobbsey," the voice continued.

"Oh, is that you, Peter? I'll be down directly," called back Uncle Daniel,
who very soon after appeared on the front porch.

"Well, I declare!" Uncle Daniel exclaimed, loud enough for all the listeners
at the windows to hear. "So you've got her? Well, I'm very glad indeed.
Especially on the boys' account."

"Yes," spoke out Peter Burns, "I went in the barn a while ago with the
lantern, and there wasn't your calf asleep with mine as cozy as could be. I
brought her over to-night for fear you might miss her and get to lookin',
otherwise I wouldn't have disturbed you."

By this time the man from the barn was up and out too, and he took Frisky
back to her own bed; but not until the little calf had been taken far out on
the front lawn so that Freddie could see her from the window "to make sure."

"The Lord did bring her back," Freddie told his mamma as she kissed him
good-night again and put him in his bed, happier this time than before. "And
I promised to be awful good to pay Him for His trouble," the sleepy boy
murmured.

Flossie had been asleep about two hours when she suddenly called to her
mother.

"What is it, my dear?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

"Somebody is playing the piano," answered the little girl. "Who is it?"

"Nobody is playing. You must be dreaming," answered the mother, and smiled
to herself.

"No, I am sure I heard the piano," insisted Flossie.

Mother and daughter listened, but could hear nothing.

"You were surely dreaming," said Mrs.Bobbsey. "Come, I will tuck you in
again," and she did so.

But was Flossie dreaming? Let us wait and see.

CHAPTER VII
A COUNTRY PICNIC

When morning came everyone was astir early, for not only was a happy day
promised, but there was Frisky, the runaway, to be looked over. Mr. Richard
Bobbsey, Freddie's father, left on an early train for Lakeport, and would
not come back to Meadow Brook until Saturday afternoon.

"Let me go out and see Frisky," Freddie insisted, even before his breakfast
had been served. "I want to be sure it's her."

"Yes, that's her," Freddie admitted, "'cause there's the rope that cut my
hands when i was a real fireman!"

But Frisky didn't seem to care a bit about ropes or firemen, but just chewed
and chewed like all cows do, as if there was nothing in this world to do but
eat.

"Come on, sonny," called Dinah. "You can help me pick de radishes fo'
breakfast," and presently our little boy, with the kind-hearted maid, was up
in the garden looking for the best radishes of the early crop.

"See, Freddie," said Dinah. "De red ones show above de ground. And we must
only pull de ones wid de big leaves, 'cause dey're ripe."

Freddie bent down so close to find the radishes that a disturbed toad hopped
right up at his nose.

"Oh!" he cried, frightened. "Dinah, was that - a - a - a snake?"

"Snake, chile; lan' sakes alive! Dat was a poor little toady - more scare'
den you was," and she pointed to the big dock leaf under which the hop-toad
was now hiding.

"Let's pick beans," Freddie suggested, liking the garden work.

"Not beans fer breakfast," laughed Dinah.

"That stuff there, then," the boy persisted, pointing to the soft green
leaves of early lettuce.

"Well, I dunno. Martha didn't say so, but it sure does look pretty. Yes, I
guess we kin pick some fo, salad," and so Dinah showed Freddie how to cut
the lettuce heads off and leave the stalks to grow again.

"Out early," laughed Uncle Daniel, seeing the youngest member of the family
coming down the garden path with the small basket of vegetables.

"Is it?" Freddie asked, meaning early of course, in his queer way of saying
things without words.

"See! see!" called Nan and Flossie, running down the cross path back of the
cornfield.

"Such big ones!" Nan exclaimed, referring to the luscious red strawberries
in the white dish she held.

"Look at mine," insisted Flossie. "Aren't they bigger?"

"Fine!" ejaculated Dinah.

"But my redishes are -are - redder," argued Freddie, who was not to be
outdone by his sisters.

"Ours are sweeter," laughed Nan, trying to tease her little brother.

"Ours are - ours are - "

"Hotter," put in Dinah, which ended the argument.

Bert and Harry had also been out gathering for breakfast, and returned now
with a basket of lovely fresh water-cress.

"We can't eat 'em all," Martha told the boys, "But they'll go good in the
picnic lunch."

What a pretty breakfast table it was! Such berries, such lettuce, such
water-cress, and the radishes!

"Too bad papa had to go so early," Bert remarked. "He just loves green
stuff."

"So does Frisky," put in Freddie, and he wondered why everyone laughed.

After breakfast the lunch baskets were put up and while Bert and Harry, Nan
and Aunt Sarah, went to invite the neighboring children, Flossie and Freddie
were just busy jumping around the kitchen, where Dinah and Martha were
making them laugh merrily with funny little stories.

Snoop and Fluffy had become good friends, and now lay close together on the
kitchen hearth. Dinah said they were just like two babies, only not so much
trouble.

"Put peaches in my basket, Dinah," Freddie ordered.

"And strawberries in mine," added Flossie.

"Now, you-uns jest wait!" Dinah told them; "and when you gets out in de
woods if you hasn't 'nough to eat you kin jest climb a tree an' cut down - "

"Wood!" put in Freddie innocently, while Martha said that was about all that
could be found in the woods in July.

The boys had come in from inviting the "other fellers," when Uncle Daniel
proposed a feature for the picnic.

"How would you like to take two homer pigeons along?" he asked them. "You
can send a note back to Martha to say what time you will be home."

"Jolly!" chorused the boys, all instantly making a run for the pigeon house.

"Wait!" Harry told the visitors. "We must be careful not to scare them."  
Then he went inside the wire cage with a handful of corn.

"See - de - coon; see - de - coon!" called the boys softly, imitating the
queer sounds made by the doves cooing.

Harry tossed the corn inside the cage, and as the light and dark homers he
wanted tasted the food Harry lowered the little door, and took the birds
safely in his arms.

"Now, Bert, you can get the quills," he told his cousin. "Go into the
chicken yard and look for two long goose feathers. Tom Mason, you can go in
the kitchen and ask Dinah for a piece of tissue paper and a spool of silk
thread."

Each boy started off to fulfill his commission, not knowing exactly what for
until all came together in the barnyard again.

"Now, Bert," went on Harry, "write very carefully on the slip of paper the
message for Martha. Have you a soft pencil?"

Bert found that he had one, and so following his cousin's dictation he wrote
on one slip:

"Have dinner ready at five."  And on the other he wrote: "John, come for us
at four."

"Now," continued Harry, "roll the slips up fine enough to go in the goose
quills."

This was done with much difficulty, as the quills were very narrow, but the
task was finally finished.

"All ready now," concluded Harry, "to put the letters in the box," and very
gently he tied with the silken thread one quill under the wing of each
pigeon. Only one feather was used to tie the thread to, and the light
quill, the thin paper, and the soft silk made a parcel so very small and
light in weight that the pigeons were no way inconvenienced by the messages.

"Now we'll put them in this basket, and they're ready for the picnic," Harry
announced to his much interested companions. Then all started for the house
with Harry and the basket in the lead.

John, the stableman, was at the door now with the big hay wagon, which had
been chosen as the best thing to take the jolly party in.

There was nice fresh hay in the bottom, and seats at the sides for the grown
folks, while the little ones nestled in the sweet-smelling hay like live
birds.

"It's like a kindergarten party," laughed Nan, as the "birds' nests"
reminded her of one of the mother plays.

"No, 'tain't!" Freddie corrected, for he really was not fond of the
kindergarten. "It's just like a picnic," he finished.

Besides the Bobbseys there were Tom Mason., Jack Hopkins, and August Stout,
friends of Harry. Then, there were Mildred Manners and Mabel Herold, who
went as Nan's guests; little Roy Mason was Freddie's company, and Bessie
Dimple went with Flossie. The little pigeons kept cooing every now and
then, but made no attempt to escape from Harry's basket.

It was a beautiful day, and the long ride through the country was indeed a
merry one. Along the way people called out pleasantly from farmhouses, for
everybody in Meadow Brook knew the Bobbseys.

"That's their cousins from the city," little boys and girls along the way
would say.

"Haven't they pretty clothes!" the girls were sure to add.

"Let's stop for a drink at the spring," suggested August Stout, who was
stout by name and nature, and always loved a good drink of water.

The children tumbled out of the wagon safely, and were soon waiting turns at
the spring.

There was a round basin built of stones and quite deep. Into this the clear
sprinkling water dropped from a little cave in the hill above. On top of the
cave a large flat stone was placed. This kept the little waterfall clean
and free trom the falling leaves.

"Oh, what a cute little pond!" Freddie exclaimed, for he had never seen a
real spring before.

"That's a spring," Flossie informed him, although that was all she knew
about it.

The big boys were not long dipping their faces in and getting a drink of the
cool, clear water, but the girls had to take their hats off, roll up their
sleeves, and go through a "regular performance," as Harry said, before they
could make up their minds to dip into the water. Mabel brought up her supply
with her hands, but when Nan tried it her hands leaked, and the result was
her fresh white frock got wet. Flossie's curls tumbled in both sides, and
when she had finished she looked as if she had taken a plunge at the
seashore.

"Let me! Let me!" cried Freddie impatiently, and without further warning he
thrust his yellow head in the spring clear up to his neck!

"Oh, Freddie!" yelled Nan, grabbing him by the heels and thus saving a more
serious accident.

"Oh! oh! oh!" spluttered Freddie, nearly choked, "I'm drowned!" and the
water really seemed to be running out of his eyes, noses and ears all at
once.

"Oh, Freddie!" was all Mrs. Bobbsey could say, as a shower of clean
handkerchiefs was sent from the hay wagon to dry the "drowned" boy.

"Just like the flour barrel!" laughed Bert, referring to the funny accident
that befell Freddie the winter before, as told in my other book "The Bobbsey
Twins."

"Only that was a dry bath and this a wet one," Nan remarked, as Freddie's
curls were shook out in the sun.

"Did you get a drink?" asked August, whose invitation to drink had caused
the mishap.

"Yep!" answered Freddie bravely, "and I was a real fireman too, that time,
'cause they always get soaked; don't they, Bert?"

Being assured they did, the party once more started off for the woods. It
was getting to be all woods now, only a driveway breaking through the pines,
maples, and chestnut trees that abounded in that section.

"Just turn in there, John!" Harry directed, as a particularly thick group of
trees appeared. Here were chosen the picnic grounds and all the things
taken from the wagon, and before John was out of sight on the return home
the children had established their camp and were flying about the woods like
little fairies.

"Let's build a furnace," Jack Hopkins suggested.

"Let's," said all the boys, who immediately set out carrying stones and
piling them up to build the stove. There was plenty of wood about, and when
the fire was built, the raw potatoes that Harry had secretly brought along
were roasted, finer than any oven could cook them.

Mrs. Bobbsey and Aunt Sarah had spread the tablecloth on the grass, and were
now busy opening the baskets and arranging the places.  There were so many
pretty little nooks to explore in the woods that Mrs. Bobbsey had to warn
the children not to get too far away

"Are there giants?" Freddie asked.

"No, but there are very dark lonely places the woods and little boys might
find snakes."

"And bears!" put in Freddie, to which remark his mother said, "perhaps,"
because there really might be bears in a woods so close to the mountains.

CHAPTER VIII
FUN IN THE WOODS

"Dinner served in the dining car!" called Bert through the woods, imitating
the call of the porter on the Pullman car.

"All ready!" echoed the other boys, banging on an old boiler like the Turks
do, instead of ringing a bell.

"Oh, how pretty!" the girls all exclaimed, as they beheld the "feast in the
forest," as Nan put it. And indeed it was pretty, for at each place was set
a long plume of fern leaves with wood violets at the end, and what could be
more beautiful than such a decoration?

"Potatoes first!" Harry announced, "because they may get cold," and at this
order everybody broke the freshly roasted potatoes into the paper napkins
and touched it up with the extra butter that had come along.

"Simply fine!" declared Nan, with the air of one who knew. Now, my old
readers will remember how Nan baked such good cake. So she ought to be an
authority on baked potatoes, don't you think?

Next came the sandwiches, with the watercress Harry and Bert had gathered
before breakfast, then (and this was a surprise) hot chocolate! This was
brought out in Martha's cider jug, and heated in a kettle over the boys'
stone furnace.

"It must be fun to camp out," Mabel Herold remarked.

"Yes, just think of the dishes saved," added Mildred Manners, who always had
so many dishes to do at home.

"And we really don't need them," Nan argued, passing her tin cup on to
Flossie.

"Think how the soldiers get along!" Bert put in.

"And the firemen'" lisped Freddie, who never forgot the heroes of flame and
water.

Of course everybody was either sitting on the grass or on a "soft stump."  
These latter conveniences had been brought by the boys for Aunt Sarah and
Mrs. Bobbsey.

"What's that!" exclaimed little Flossie, as something was plainly moving
under the tables cloth.

"A snake, a snake!" called everybody at once, for indeed under the white
linen was plainly to be seen the creeping form of a reptile.

While the girls made a run for safety the boys carefully lifted the cloth
and went for his snakeship.

"There he is! There he is!" shouted Tom Mason, as the thing tried to crawl
under the stump lately used as a seat by Mrs. Bobbsey.

"Whack him!" called August Stout, who, armed with a good club, made straight
for the stump.

"Look out! He's a big fellow!" Harry declared, as the snake attempted to
get upright.

The boys fell back a little now, and as the snake actually stood on the tip
of his tail, as they do before striking, Harry sprang forward and dealt him
a heavy blow right on the head that laid the intruder flat.

"At him, boys! At him!" called Jack Hopkins, while the snake lay wriggling
in the grass; and the boys, making good use of the stunning blow Harry had
dealt, piled on as many more blows as their clubs could wield.

All this time the girls and ladies were over on a knoll "high and dry," as
Nan said, and now, when assured that the snake was done for they could
hardly be induced to come and look at him.

"He's a beauty!" Harry declared, as the boys actually stretched the creature
out to measure him. Bert had a rule, and when the snake was measured up he
was found to be five feet long!

"He's a black racer!" Jack Hopkins annpounced, and the others said they
guessed he was.

"Lucky we saw him first!" remarked Harry, "Racers are very poisonous!"

"Let's go home; there might be more!", pleaded Flossie, but the boys said
the snake hunt was the best fun at the picnic.

"Goodness!" exclaimed Harry suddenly, "we forgot to let the pigeons loose!"
and so saying he ran for the basket of birds that hung on the low limb of a
pretty maple. First Harry made sure the messages were safe under each
bird's wing, then he called:

"All ready!"

Snap! went something that sounded like a shot (but it wasn't), and then away
flew the pretty birds to take the messages home to John and Martha. The
shot was only a dry stick that Tom Mason snapped to imitate a gun, as they
do at bicycle races, but the effect was quite startling and made the girls
jump.

"It won't take long for them to get home!" said Bert, watching the birds fly
away.

"They'll get lost!" cried Freddie.

"No, they won't. They know which way we came," Nan explained.

"But they was shut up in the basket," argued Freddie.

"Yet they could see," Nan told him.

"Can pigeons see when they're asleep?" inquired the little fellow.

"Maybe," Nan answered.

"Then I'd like to have pigeon eyes," he finished, thinking to himself how
fine it would be to see everything going on around and be fast asleep too.

"Oh, mamma, come quick!" called Flossie, running along a path at the edge of
the wood. "There's a tree over there pouring water, and it isn't raining a
drop!"

Everybody set out now to look at the wonderful tree, which was soon
discovered where Flossie had found it.

"There it is!" she exclaimed. "See the water dropping down!"

"A maple tree," Harry informed them, "and that sap is what they make maple
sugar out of."

"Oh, catch it!" called Freddie, promptly holding his cap under the drops.

"It would take a good deal to make a sugar cake," Harry said, "but maybe we
can get enough of it to make a little cake for Freddie."

At this the country boys began looking around for young maples, and as small
limbs of the trees were broken the girls caught the drops in their tin cups.
It took quite a while to get a little, but by putting it all together a
cupful was finally gathered.

"Now we will put it in a clean milk bottle," Mrs. Bobbsey said, "and maybe
we can make maple syrup cake to-morrow."

"Let's have a game of hide-and-seek," Nan suggested.

In a twinkling every boy and girl was hidden behind a tree, and Nan found
herself "It."  Of course it took a big tree to hide the girls' dresses, and
Nan had no trouble in spying Mildred first. Soon the game was going along
merrily, and the boys and girls were out of breath trying to get "home
free."

"Where's Roy?" exclaimed Tom Mason, the little boy's brother.

"Hiding somewhere," Bessie ventured, for it only seemed a minute before when
the little fat boy who was Freddie's companion had been with the others.

"But where is he?" they all soon exclaimed in alarm, as call after call
brought no answer.

"Over at the maple tree!" Harry thought.

"Down at the spring," Nan said.

"Looking for flowers," Flossie guessed.

But all these spots were searched, and the little boy was not found.

"Oh, maybe the giants have stoled him!" Freddie cried.

"Or maybe the children's hawk has took him away," Flossie sobbed.

Meanwhile everybody searched and searched, but no Roy could they find.

"The boat!" suddenly exclaimed Tom, making a dash for the pond that ran
along at the foot of a steep hill.

"There he is! There he is!" the brother yelled, as getting over the edge of
the hill Tom was now in full view of the pond.

"And in the boat," called Harry, close at Tom's heels.

"He's drifting away!" screamed Bert. "Oh, quick, save him!"

Just as the boys said, the little fellow was in the boat and drifting.

He did not seem to realize his danger, for as he floated along he ran his
little fat hand through the water as happily as if he had been in a steam
launch, talking to the captain.

"Can you swim?" the boys asked Bert, who of course had learned that useful
art long ago.

"She's quite a long way out," Tom said,

"But we must be careful not to frighten him. See, he has left the oars
here. Bert and I can carry one out and swim with one hand. Harry and Jack,
can you manage the other?"

The boys said they could, and quickly as the heaviest clothes could be
thrown off they were striking out in the little lake toward the baby in the
boat. He was only Freddie's age, you know, and perhaps more of a baby than
the good-natured Bobbsey boy.

"Sit still, Roy," called the anxious girl from the shore, fearing Roy would
upset the boat as the boys neared him. It was hard work to swim and carry
oars, but our brave boys managed to do it in time to save Roy. For not a
great way down the stream were an old water wheel and a dam. Should the
boat drift there what would become of little Roy?

Mrs. Bobbsey and Aunt Sarah were worrying over this as the boys were making
their way to the boat.

"Easy now!" called Bert. "Here we are," and at that moment the first pair of
swimmers climbed carefully into the boat, one from each side, so as not to
tip it over. Jack and Harry were not long in following, and as the boys all
sat in the pretty green rowboat with their white under-clothing answering
for athletic suits, their looked just like a crew of real oarsmen.

"Hurrah, hurrah!" came shout after shout from the bank. Then as the girls
heard the rumble of wheels through the grove they all hurried off to gather
up the stuff quickly, and be ready to start as soon as the boys dressed
again. The wet under-clothing, of course, was carried home in one of the
empty baskets that Freddie ran back over the hill with to save the tired
boys the extra walk.

"Here they are! Here they are!" called the girls as the two little fellows,
Roy and Freddie, with the basket of wet clothes between them, marched first;
then came the two pairs of athletes who proved they were good swimmers by
pushing the heavy oars safely to the drifting boat.

"And all the things that happened!" exclaimed Flossie, as John handed her
into the hay wagon.

"That made the picnic lively!" declared, John, "and all's well that ends
well, you know."   So the picnic was over, and all were happy and tired
enough to go to bed early that night, as Nan said, seeing the little ones
falling asleep in hay wagon on their way home.

CHAPTER IX
FOURTH OF JULY

The day following the picnic was July third, and as the Meadow Brook
children were pretty well tired out from romping in the woods, they were
glad of a day's rest before entering upon the festivities of Independence
Day.

"How much have you got?" Tom Mason asked the Bobbsey boys.

"Fifty cents together, twenty-five cents each," Harry announced.

"Well, I've got thirty-five, and we had better get our stuff early, for
Stimpson sold out before noon last year," concluded Tom.

"I have to get torpedoes for Freddie and Flossie, and Chinese fire-crackers
for Nan," Bert remarked, as they started for the little country grocery
store.

"I guess I'll buy a few snakes, they look so funny coiling out," Tom said.

"I'm going to have sky rockets and Roman candles. Everybody said they were
the prettiest last year," said Harry.

"If they have red fire I must get some of it for the girls," thoughtful Bert
remarked.

But at the store the boys had to take just what they could get, as
Stimpson's supply was very limited.

"Let's make up a parade!" someone suggested, and this being agreed upon the
boys started a canvass from house to house, to get all the boys along Meadow
Brook road to take part in the procession.

"Can the little ones come too?" August Stout asked, because he always had to
look out for his small brother when there was any danger like fireworks
around.

"Yes, and we're goin' to let the girls march in a division by themselves,"
Bert told him. "My sister Nan is going to be captain, and we'll leave all
the girls' parts to her."

"Be sure and bring your flag," Harry cautioned Jack Hopkins.

"How would the goat wagons do?" Jack asked.

"Fine; we could let Roy and Freddie ride in them," said Bert. "Tell any of
the other fellows who have goat teams to bring them along too."

"Eight o'clock sharp at our lane," Harry told them for the place and time of
meeting. Then they went along to finish the arrangements.

"Don't tell the boys," Nan whispered to Mildred, as they too made their way
to Stimpson's.

"Won't they be surprised?" exclaimed Mabel.

"Yes, and I am going to carry a real Betsy Ross flag, one with thirteen
stars, you know."

"Oh, yes, Betsy Ross made the first flag, didn't she?" remarked Mildred,
trying to catch up on history.

"We'll have ten big girls," Nan counted. "Then with Flossie as Liberty we
will want Bessie and Nettie for her assistants."

"Attendants," Mabel corrected, for she had seen a city parade like that
once.

It was a busy day for everybody, and when Mr. Bobbsey came up on the train
from Lakeport that evening he carried boxes and boxes of fireworks for the
boys and girls, and even some for the grown folks too.

The girls could hardly sleep that night, they were so excited over their
part, but the boys of course were used to that sort of thing, and only slept
sounder with the fun in prospect.

"Are you awake, Bert?" called Harry, so early the next morning that the sun
was hardly up yet.

"Yep," replied the cousin, jumping out of bed and hastily dressing for the
firing of the first gun.

The boys crept through the house very quietly, then ran to the barn for
their ammunition. Three big giant fire-crackers were placed in the road
directly in front of the house.

"Be careful!" whispered Bert; "they're full of powder."

But Harry was always careful with fireworks, and when he touched the fuses
to the "cannons" he made away quickly before they exploded.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Hurrah!" shouted Freddie, answering the call from his window, "I'll be
right down!"

All the others too were aroused by the first "guns," so that in a very short
time there were many boys in the road, firing so many kinds of fire-crackers
that Meadow Brook resounded like a real war fort under fire.

"Ouch!" yelled Tom Mason, the first one to bum his fingers. "A sisser caught
me right on the thumb."

But such small accidents were not given much attention, and soon Tom was
lighting the little red crackers as merrily as before.

"Go on back, girls!" called Bert. "You'll get your dresses burnt if you
don't."

The girls were coming too near the battlements then, and Bert did well to
warn them off.

Freddie and Flossie were having a great time throwing their little torpedoes
at Mr. Bobbsey and Uncle Daniel, who were seated on the piazza watching the
sport. Snoop and Fluffy too came in for a scare, for Freddie tossed a
couple of torpedoes on the kitchen hearth where the kittens were sleeping.

The boys were having such fun they could hardly be induced to come in for
breakfast, but they finally did stop long enough to eat a spare meal.

"It's time to get ready!" whispered Nan to Bert, for the parade had been
kept secret from the grown folks.

At the girls' place of meeting, the coach house, Nan found all her company
waiting and anxious to dress.

"Just tie your scarfs loose under your left arm," ordered Captain Nan, and
the girls quickly obeyed like true cadets. The broad red-white-and-blue
bunting was very pretty over the girls' white dresses, and indeed the
"cadets" looked as if they would outdo the "regulars" unless the boys too
had surprises in store.

"Where's Nettie?" suddenly asked Nan, missing a poor little girl who had
been invited.

"She wouldn't come because she had no white dress," Mildred answered.

"Oh, what a shame; she'll be so disappointed! Besides, we need her to make
a full line," Nan said. "Just wait a minute. Lock the door after me," and
before the others knew what she was going to do, Nan ran off to the house,
got one of her own white dresses, rolled it up neatly, and was over the
fields to Nettie's house in a few minutes. When Nan came back she brought
Nettie with her, and not one of her companions knew it was Nan's dress that
Nettie wore.

Soon all the scarfs were tied and the flags arranged. Then Flossie had to
be dressed.

She wore a light blue dress with gold stars on it, and on her pretty yellow
curls she had a real Liberty crown. Then she had the cleanest, brightest
flag, and what a pretty picture she made!

"Oh, isn't she sweet!" all the girls exclaimed in admiration, and indeed she
was a little beauty in her Liberty costume.

"There go the drums!" Nan declared. "We must be careful to get down the
lane without being seen."  This was easily managed, and now the girls and
boys met at the end of the lane.

"Hurrah! hurrah!" shouted the boys, beating the drums and blowing their
horns to welcome the girls.

"Oh, don't you look fine!" exclaimed Harry, who was captain of the boys.

"And don't you too!" Nan answered, for indeed the boys had such funny big
hats on and so many flags and other red-white-and-blue things, that they too
made a fine appearance.

"And Freddie!" exclaimed the girls. "Isn't he a lovely Uncle Sam!"

Freddie was dressed in the striped suit Uncle Sam always wears, and had on
his yellow curls a tall white hat. He was to ride in Jack Hopkins' goat
wagon.

"Fall in!" called Harry, and at the word all the companies fell in line.

"Cadets first," ordered the captain.

Then Flossie walked the very first one. After her came Nan and her company.
(No one noticed that Nettie's eyes were a little red from crying. She had
been so disappointed at first when she thought she couldn't go in the
parade.)  After the girls came Freddie as Uncle Sam, in the goat wagon led
by Bert (for fear the goat might run away), then fifteen boys, all with
drums or fifes or some other things with which to make a noise. Roy was in
the second division with his wagon, and last of all came the funniest thing.

A boy dressed up like a bear with a big sign on him:

TEDDY!

He had a gun under his arm and looked too comical for anything.

It was quite warm to wear a big fur robe and false face, but under this was
Jack Hopkins, the bear Teddy, and he didn't mind being warm when he made
everybody laugh so.

"Right foot, left foot, right foot, forward march!" called Nan, and the
procession started up the path straight for the Bobbsey house.

"Goodness gracious, sakes alive! Do come see de childrens! Ha, ha! Dat
sure am a parade!" called Dinah, running through the house to the front door
to view the procession.

"Oh, isn't it just beautiful!" Martha echoed close at Dinah's heels.

"My!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey; "how did they ever get made up so pretty!"

"And look at Flossie!" exclaimed Aunt Sarah.

"And see Freddie!" put in Uncle Daniel.

"Oh, we must get the camera!" Mr. Bobbsey declared, while the whole
household, all excited, stood out on the porch when the parade advanced.

Such drumming and such tooting of fifes and horns!

Freddie's chariot was now in line with the front stoop, and he raised his
tall hat to the ladies like a real Uncle Sam.

"Oh, the bear! the bear!" called everybody, as they saw "Teddy" coming up.

"That's great," continued Uncle Daniel.

By this time Mr. Bobbsey had returned with the camera.

"Halt!" called Harry, and the procession stood still.

"Look this way. There now, all ready," said Mr. Bobbsey, and snap went the
camera on as pretty a picture as ever covered a plate.

"Right wheel! forward march!" called Nan again, and amid drumming and
tooting the procession started off to parade through the center of Meadow
Brook.

CHAPTER X
A GREAT DAY

Never before had such a parade been seen in the little country place, and
all along the road cheer after cheer greeted our young friends, for even the
few old soldiers who lived in Meadow Brook enjoyed the children's Fourth of
July fun.

By lunch time the procession had covered all the ground planned, so from the
postoffice the cadets and regulars started back over the shady country road.

And at home they found a surprise awaiting them!

Ice cream on the lawn for everybody in the parade.

Aunt Sarah and Uncle Daniel had set out all the garden benches, and with the
two kinds of ice cream made by Dinah and Martha, besides the cookies and
jumbles Aunt Sarah supplied, with ice-cold lemonade that John passed around,
surely the tired little soldiers and cadets had splendid refreshment!

"My goat almost runned away!" lisped Freddie. "But I held on tight like a
real fireman."

"And mine wanted to stop and eat grass in the middle of the big parade," Roy
told them.

"Now eat up your ice cream. Nettie, have some more? Jack, you surely need
two plates after carrying that bear skin," said Uncle Daniel.

The youngsters did not have to be urged to eat some more of the good things,
and so it took quite a while to "finish up the rations," as Uncle Daniel
said.

"They're goin' to shoot the old cannon off, father," Harry told Uncle
Daniel, "and we're all going over on the pond bank to see them, at three
o'clock."

"They're foolish to put powder in that old cracked gun," remarked Uncle
Daniel. "Take care, if you go over, that you all keep at a safe distance."

It was not long until three o'clock, and then when all the red-white-and-
blue things had been stored away for another year, the boys hurried off to
see Peter Burns fire the old cannon.

Quite a crowd of people had gathered about the pond bank, which was a high
green wall like that which surrounds a reservoir.

Peter was busy stuffing the powder in the old gun, and all the others looked
on anxiously.

"Let's go up in that big limb of the willow tree," suggested Bert. "We can
see it all then, and be out of range of the fire."

So the boys climbed up in the low willow, that leaned over the pond bank.

"They're almost ready," Harry said, seeing the crowd scatter.

"Look out!" yelled Peter, getting hold of the long string that would fire
the gun.

Peter gave it a tug, then another.

Everybody held their breath, expecting to hear an awful bang, but the gun
didn't go off.

Very cautiously Peter stepped nearer the cannon to see what might be the
matter, when the next instant with a terrific report the whole cannon flew
up in the air!

Peter fell back! His hat seemed to go up with the gun!

"Oh, he's killed!" yelled the people.

"Poor Peter!" gasped Harry.

"He ought to know better!" said Mr. Mason.

"Father said that cannon was dangerous," Harry added.

By this time the crowd had surrounded Peter, who lay so still and looked so
white. The Bobbsey boys climbed down from the tree and joined the others.

"He's only unconscious from the shock," spoke up Mr. Mason, who was leaning
down very close to Peter. "Stand back, and give him air."

The crowd fell back now, and some of the boys looked around to find the
pieces of cannon.

"Don't touch it," said Tom Mason, as a little fellow attempted to pick up a
piece of the old gun. "There might be powder in it half lighted."

Mrs. Burns had run over from her home at the report of the accident, and she
was now bathing Peter's face with water from the pond.

"He's subject to fainting spells," she told the frightened people, "and I
think he'll be all right when he comes to."

Peter looked around, then he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Did it go off?" he smiled, remembering the big report.

"Guess it did, and you went off with it," Mr. Mason said. "How do you
feel?"

"Oh, I'll be all right when my head clears a bit. I guess I fainted."

"So you did," said Mrs. Burns, "and there's no use scolding you for firing
that old gun. Come home now and go to bed; you have had all the fireworks
you want for one day."

Quite a crowd followed Peter over to his home, for they could not believe he
was not in any way hurt.

"Let us go home," Harry said to his cousin. "We have to get all our
fireworks ready before evening."

The boys found all at home enjoying themselves. Freddie's torpedoes still
held out, and Flossie had a few more "snakes" left. Nan had company on the
lawn, and it indeed was an ideal Fourth of July.

"Look at the balloon!" called John from the carriage house. "It's going to
land in the orchard."  This announcement caused all the children to hurry up
to the orchard, for everybody likes to "catch" a balloon.

"There's a man in it," John exclaimed as the big ball tossed around in the
air.

"Yes, that's the balloon that went up from the farmers' picnic," said Harry.

The next minute a parachute shot out from the balloon; and hanging to it the
form of a man could be seen.

"Oh, he'll fall!" cried Freddie, all excited. "Let's catch him - in
something!"

"He's all right," John assured the little boy. "That umbrella keeps him
from coming down too quickly."

"How does it?" Freddie asked.

"Why, you see, sonny, the air gets under the umbrella and holds it up. The
man's weight then brings it down gently."

"Oh, maybe he will let us fly up in it," Freddie remarked, much interested.

"Here he comes! here he comes!" the boys called, and sure enough the big
parachute, with the man dangling on it, was now coming right down - down -
in the harvest-apple tree!

"Hello there!" called the man from above, losing the colored umbrella and
quickly dropping himself from the low tree.

"Hello yourself!" answered John. "Did you have a nice ride?"

"First class," replied the man with the stars on his shirt. "But I've got a
long walk back to the grove. Could I hire a bicycle around here?"

Harry spoke to his father, and then quickly decided to let the balloon man
ride his bicycle down to the picnic grounds.

"You can leave it at the ice-cream stand," Harry told the stranger. "I know
the man there, and he will take care of it for me until I call for it."

The children were delighted to talk to a real live man that had been up in a
balloon, and the balloonist was indeed very pleasant with the little ones.
He took Freddie up in his arms and told him all about how it felt to be up
in the sky.

"You're a truly fireman!" Freddie said, after listening to all the dangers
there are so far above ground. "I'm a real fireman too!"

Just then the balloon that had been tossing about in the air came down in
the other end of the orchard.

"Well, there!" exclaimed the man. "That's good luck. Now, whichever one of
you boys gets that balloon first will get ten dollars. That's what we pay
for bringing it back!"

With a dash every boy started for the spot where the balloon had landed.
There were quite a few others besides the Bobbseys, and they tumbled over
each other trying to get there first. Ned Prentice, Nettie's brother, was
one of the best runners, and he cut across the orchard to get a clear way
out of the crowd.

"Go it, Bert!" called John.

"Keep it up, Harry!" yelled someone else.

"You'd get it, Tom!" came another voice.

But Ned was not in the regular race, and nobody noticed him.

"They've got it," called the excited girls.

"It's Harry!"

"No, it's Bert !"

"'Tisn't either - it's Ned!" called John, as the only poor boy in the crowd
proudly touched the big empty gas-bag!

"Three cheers for Ned!" called Uncle Daniel, for he and Mr. Bobbsey had
joined in the crowd.

"Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" shouted all the boys good-naturedly, for Ned was a
favorite companion, besides being one who really needed the money.

"Suppose we drive down," Uncle Daniel suggested. "Then we can bring Ned back
with his ten dollars."

This was agreed upon as a good plan, and as quickly as John had hitched up
the big wagon ail the boys piled in with the aeronaut and started for the
grove.

CHAPTER XI
THE LITTLE GARDENERS

When little Ned Prentice put the ten-dollat bill in his mother's hand, on
that pleasant Fourth of July evening, he felt like a man. His mother could
hardly believe the story of Ned's getting the money just for finding a
balloon, but when it was explained how valuable the balloon was, and how it
sometimes takes days of searching in the woods to find one after the
balloonist lets go and drops down with his parachute, she was finally
convinced that the money rightfully belonged to Ned.

"No one needs it more than I do," Mrs. Prentice told Mr. Bobbsey, who had
brought Ned home in the wagon, "for since the baby was sick we have hardly
been able to meet our bills, it cost so much for medicine."

"We were all glad when Ned got there first,"

Harry said politely, "because we knew he deserved the reward most."

As Ned was a poor boy, and had to work on farms during vacation, his father
being dead and only one brother being old enough to go to work, the reward
turned out a great blessing, for ten dollars is a good deal of money for a
little boy to earn at one time.

"Be sure to come up to our fireworks tonight," Harry called, as they drove
away, and Ned promptly accepted the invitation.

"It has certainly been a great Fourth of July!" Uncle Daniel exclaimed,
later in the evening when the children fired off their Roman candles and sky
rockets and burned the red fire. The little children had beautiful
pinwheels and "nigger chasers" that they put off on the porch. Then Nan had
a big fire balloon that she sent up, and they watched it until it was out of
sight, away over the pond and clear out of Meadow Brook.

It was a very tired lot of children that rolled off to sleep that night, for
indeed it had been a great day for them all.

For a few days after the Fourth it rained, as it always does, on account of
all the noise that goes up in the air to shake the clouds.

"You can play in the coach house," Aunt Sarah told the children, "but be
careful not to run in and out and get wet."

The children promised to remember, and soon they were all out in the big
wagon house playing merrily. Freddie climbed in the wagon and made believe
it was a "big fire engine."  Bert attached a bell on the side for him, and
when he pulled a rope this bell would clang like a chemical apparatus. Nan
and Flossie had all their dolls in the pretty new carriage with the soft
gray cushions, and in this the little girls made believe driving to New York
and doing some wonderful shopping.

"Freddie, you be coachman," coaxed Flossie, "because we are inside and have
to have someone drive us."

"But who will put out all the fires?" Freddie asked, as he clanged the bell
vigorously.

"Make b'lieve they are all out," Flossie told him.

"But you can't make b'lieve about fires," argued the little fellow, "'cause
they're really."

"I tell you," Nan suggested. "We will suppose this is a great big high
tally-ho party, and the ladies always drive them. I'll be away up high on
the box, but we ought to have someone blow a horn!"

"I'll blow the horn," Freddie finally gave in, "cause I got that big fire
out now."

So Freddie climbed up on the high coach with his sisters, and blew the horn
until Nan told them they had reached New York and were going to stop for
dinner.

There were so many splendid things to play with in the coach house, tables,
chairs, and everything, that the Bobbseys hardly knew it before it was lunch
time, the morning passed so quickly.

It cleared up in the afternoon and John asked the children if they wanted to
help him do some transplanting.

"Oh! we would love to," Nan answered, for she did love gardening.

The ground was just right for transplanting, after the rain, and the tender
little lettuce plants were as easy to take up as they were to put down
again.

"I say, Nan," John told her, "you can have that little patch over there for
your garden. I'll give you a couple of dozen plants, and we will see what
kind of a farmer you will make."

"Oh, thank you, John," Nan answered. "I'll do just as I have seen you
doing," and she began to take the little plants in the pasteboard box from
one bed to the other.

"Be careful not to shake the dirt off the roots," said John, "and be sure to
put one plant in each place. Put them as far apart here as the length of
this little stick, and when you put them in the ground press the earth
firmly around the roots."

Flossie was delighted to help her sister, and the two girls made a very nice
garden indeed.

"Let's put little stones around the path," Flossie suggested, and John said
they could do this if they would be careful not to let the stones get on the
garden.

"I want to be a planter too," called Freddie, running up the path to John.
"But I want to plant radishes," he continued, "'cause they're the reddist."

"Well, you just wait a few minutes, sonny," said John, "and I'll show you
how to plant radishes. I'll be through with this lettuce in a few minutes."

Freddie waited with some impatience, running first to Nan's garden then back
to John's. Finally John was ready to put in a late crop of radishes.

"Now, you see, we make a long drill like this," John explained as he took
the drill and made a furrow in the soft ground.

"If it rains again that will be a river," said Freddie, for he had often
played river at home after a rain.

"Now, you see this seed is very fine," continued John. "But I am going to
let you plant it if you're careful."

"That ain't redishes!" exclaimed Freddie "I want to plant redishes."

"But this is the seed, and that's what makes the radishes," John explained.

"Nope, that's black and it can't make it red?" argued Freddie.

"Wait and see," the gardener told him. "You just take this little paper of
seeds and scatter them in the drill. See, I have mixed them with sand so
they will not grow too thick."

Freddie took the small package, and kneeling down on the board that John
used, he dropped the little shower of seeds in the line.

"They're all gone!" he told John presently; "get some more."

"No, that's enough. Now we will see how your crop grows. See, I just cover
the seed very lightly like mamma covers Freddie when he sleeps in the summer
time."

"Do you cover them more in the winter time too, like mamma does ?" Freddie
asked.

"Yes, indeed I do," said the gardener, "for seeds are just like babies, they
must be kept warm to grow."

Freddie stood watching the line he had planted the seed in.

"They ain't growing yet," he said at last. "Why don't they come up, John ?"

"Oh!" laughed the gardener, "they won't come up right away. They have to
wake up first. You will see them above the ground in about a week, I
guess."

This was rather a disappointment to the little fellow, who never believed in
waiting for anything, but he finally consented to let the seeds grow and
come back again later to pick the radishes.

"Look at our garden!" called Nan proudly, from across the path. "Doesn't it
look straight and pretty?"

"You did very well indeed," said John, inspecting the new lettuce patch.
"Now, you'll have to keep it clear of weeds, and if a dry spell should come
you must use the watering can."

"I'll come up and tend to it every morning," Nan declared. "I am going to
see what kind of lettuce I can raise."

Nan had brought with her a beautiful string of pearl beads set in gold, the
gift of one of her aunts. She was very proud of the pearls and loved to
wear them whenever her mother would let her.

One afternoon she came to her mother in bitter tears.

"Oh, mamma!" she sobbed. "The the pearls are gone,"

"Gone! Did you lose them?" questioned Mrs. Bobbsey quickly.

"Yes."

"Where?"

"I - I don't know," and now Nan cried harder than ever.

The news soon spread that the string of pearls were lost, and everybody set
to work hunting for them.

"Where do you think you lost 'em?" asked Bert.

"I - I don't know. I was down in the garden, and up the lane, and at the
well, and out in the barn, and over to the apple orchard, and feeding the
chickens, and over in the hayfield,  - and lots of places."

"Then it will be like looking for a needle in a haystack," declared Aunt
Sarah.

All the next day the boys and girls hunted for the string of pearls, and the
older folks helped. But the string could not be found. Nan felt very bad
over her loss, and her mother could do little to console her.

"I - I sup - suppose I'll never see them again," sobbed the girl.

"Oh, I guess they'll turn up some time," said Bert hopefully.

"They can't be lost so very, very bad," lisped Flossie. "'Cause they are
somewhere on this farm, ain't they?"

"Yes, but the farm is so very big!" sighed poor Nan.

For a few days Freddie went up to the garden every morning to look for
radishes. Then he gave up and declared he knew John had made a mistake and
that he didn't plant radishes at all. Nan and Flossie were very faithful
attending to their garden, and the beautiful light green lettuce grew
splendidly, being grateful for the good care given it.

"When can we pick it?" Nan asked John, as the leaves were getting quite
thick.

"In another week!" he told the girls, and so they continued to watch for
weeds and kept the ground soft around the plants as John had told them.

Freddie's radishes were above ground now, and growing nicely, but they
thought it best not to tell him, as he might pull them up too soon. Nan and
Flossie weeded his garden as well as their own and showed they loved to see
things grow, for they did not mind the work of attending to them.

"Papa will come up from Lakeport to-night," Nan told Flossie; "and won't he
be pleased to see our gardens!"

That evening when Mr. Bobbsey arrived the first thing he had to do was to
visit the garden.

"Why, I declare!" he exclaimed in real surprise. "You have done splendidly.
This is a fine lettuce patch."

Mrs. Bobbsey and Aunt Sarah had also come up to see the girls' garden, and
they too were much surprised at the result of Nan's and Flossie's work.

"Oh!" screamed Freddie from the other side of the garden. "See my redishes!
They growed!" and before anyone could stop him he pulled up a whole handful
of the little green leaves with the tiny red balls on the roots.

"They growed! They growed!" he shouted, dancing around in delight.

"But you must only pick the ripe ones," his father told him. "And did you
really plant them?" Mr. Bobbsey asked in surprise

"Yep! John showed me," he declared, and the girls said that was really
Freddie's garden.

"Now I'll tell you," Aunt Sarah remarked. "We will let our little farmers
pick their vegetables for dinner, and then we will be able to say just how
good they are."

At this the girls started in to pick the very biggest heads of lettuce, and
Freddie looked carefully to get the very reddest radishes in his patch.
Finally enough were gathered, and down to the kitchen the vegetables were
carried.

"You will have to prepare them for the table," Mrs. Bobbsey said. "Let us
see, girls, what a pretty dish you can make."

This was a pleasant task to Nan and Flossie, who both always loved to play
at housekeeping, and when at last Nan brought the dish in to the dinner
table everybody said how pretty it looked.

"Them's my redishes!" exclaimed Freddie, as he saw the pretty bright red
buttons peeping out from between the lettuce leaves.

"But we can all have some, can't we, Freddie?" his father asked.

"Yes, 'course you can. But I don't want all my good redishes smothered in
that big dish of green stuff," he pouted.

"Now, Nan, you can serve your vegetables," Aunt Sarah said, and then Nan
very neatly put a few crisp lettuce leaves on each small plate, and at the
side she placed a few of Freddie's radishes, "with handles on" as Dinah
said, meaning the little green stalks.

"Just think, we've done it all from the garden to the table!" Nan exclaimed,
justly proud of her success at gardening.

"I done the radishes," put in Freddie, gulping down a drink of water to wash
the bite off his tongue, for his radishes were quite hot.

"Well, you have certainly all done very nicely," Mrs. Bobbsey said. "And
that kind of play is like going to school, for it teaches you important
lessons in nature."

The girls declared they were going to keep a garden all summer, and so they
did.

It was an unusually warn night, and so nearly all the doors were left open
when the folks went to bed. Freddie was so worked up over his success as a
gardener he could not go to sleep.

At last he dozed off, but presently he awoke with a start. What was that
strange sound ringing in his ears? He sat up and listened.

Yes, somebody must surely be playing the piano. But what funny music! It
seemed to come in funny runs and curious thumps. He called out sharply, and
his mother came at once to his side.

"I heard piano-playing," said Freddie, and Mrs. Bob