I'm glad it was no worse, though.
Better go up stairs and wash, Bert."
"The cake itself isn't spoiled," said Mrs. Bobbsey, lifting it from
Dinah's lap, so the colored cook could get up. It was no easy work for
her to do this, as she was so fat. But at last, after many groanings
and gruntings, she rose to her feet, and took the cake from Mrs.
Bobbsey.
"I'll put some mo' frostin' on it right away, ma'am," she said. "An' I
hopes nobody else runs inter me," she went on with a laugh. "I shuah
did feel skeered dat Bert was hurt bad."
They could all laugh at the happening now, and after Mr. Bobbsey had
told a little more about the new houseboat, he went back to the
office.
"Come on, Flossie," suggested Freddie. "Now you've found the book
straps, we can hitch Snap to the express wagon. Where'd you find 'em?"
"The straps were on our books, under the hall rack," said Flossie.
"That's just where I left 'em!" exclaimed Freddie. "I knew I left 'em
somewhere."
"But next time you must remember," cautioned his mother. "And remember
another thing--no more bicycle rides--you stay on your velocipede."
"Yes'm," said Freddie. "Come on, Flossie. Where's Snap?"
When the little twins went to look for their big, shaggy pet, who
could do so many circus tricks, they could not find him.
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