But we hope ours doesn't," replied Mr.
Bobbsey with a smile. He led the way off the boat, and as Will was
about to walk on along the lake shore, on his return to Lemby, Mrs.
Bobbsey said:
"Wouldn't you like a ride back, little boy?"
"Indeed I would," he said. "My feet hurt, on account of my shoes being
so full of holes, I guess. I'm pretty tired, but I had a little rest.
I don't expect to get back much before dark."
"Well, perhaps you can ride nearly all the way," went on Mrs. Bobbsey.
"My husband has some lumber wagons going in your direction."
"Yes, come along and we'll see what we can do for you," put in the
twins' father, nodding at the strange boy.
Will went off with Mr. Bobbsey, while Nan, Bert, Flossie and Freddie
walked with their mother.
"Oh, mamma, when do you think we can go in our boat?" asked Flossie.
"Well, as soon as school closes, my dear."
"And will we sail across the ocean?" Freddie wanted to know.
"Of course not!" cried Bert. "A houseboat isn't a ship."
"That boy knew about ships," said Nan. "I like him, don't you, mamma?"
"Yes, he seemed real nice. He hasn't a very easy life, I'm afraid,
working on a farm. But we must hurry on to supper. We'll talk about
the boat after papa comes home."
CHAPTER VI
FREDDIE'S FIRE ENGINE
"Papa, when can we go sailing in the houseboat?"
"May I take my fire engine along?"
"Where did you leave that boy?"
"Did he get a ride to Lemby?"
"Thus Bert, Freddie, Flossie and Nan questioned Mr.
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