Bobbsey when he
came home to supper after the visit to the Bluebird.
"My! My!" exclaimed the lumber merchant, as he stopped in the hall to
hang up his hat. "What a lot of talk all at once! Let me see--whose
question shall I answer first?"
"Did you manage to get that poor boy a ride?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
It was the first time she had had a chance to ask her question.
"Answer mamma first," said Bert politely. "The rest of us can wait."
Mr. Bobbsey gave his older son a pleased look, and then replied:
"Yes, I found that one of our lumber wagons was going within half a
mile of the village of Lemby, so I let the boy ride with the driver.
It will give him a good lift."
"Indeed it will," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "I felt so sorry for him. I wish
I could help him!"
"I hope the horses don't run away," spoke Freddie with such a serious
air that they all laughed.
"I guess they won't run away, little fat fireman!" said Mr. Bobbsey,
as he caught Freddie up in his arms. "They are good, steady horses,
and they had a pretty heavy load to drag. So Will won't be in any
danger. But I hope supper is ready. I'm hungry!"
"But you didn't answer my question," said Nan. "When are we going in
the houseboat, father?"
"Oh, whenever school ends and your mother is ready," was the answer.
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