When Flossie and Freddie did get to bed, they did not go to sleep at
once. It was very strange to them, sleeping on a boat in the water.
Finally the two little people dozed off, and then the older folks went
to bed. In the middle of the night Freddie woke up. At first he could
not remember where he was, and he wondered at the queer rocking motion
of the boat, for a little wind was ruffling the lake.
Suddenly there came a loud toot.
"Mamma! Papa! I heard something!" cried Freddie, sitting up.
"Yes, dear. It was only the whistle of another boat," said his mother,
who was in the room next to him. "Go to sleep again."
Freddie did.
"Well, I sure am going to catch some fish to-day," said Bert, when he
and Harry went up on deck next morning, after breakfast.
"We'll try, anyhow," Harry said. "We're nearer shore now, and the
fishing ought to be better. I'll get my line.".
Whether it was on account of the bait they used, or because the fish
were not plentiful, the boys did not know, but they did not get even
one bite. Anyhow, they had fun.
The Bluebird went slowly across the lake. The Bobbseys were in no
hurry, and they wanted to enjoy the pleasant weather. For three days
they sailed over the blue waters, and then Mr. Bobbsey told Captain
White to steer toward Lemby Creek.
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