"Of course. I say,
Will!" he went on, calling down from the upper deck, "can't you come
aboard? We're going to have some of Dinah's corn muffins, and maybe
you'd like to sample one."
Somewhat to the surprise of Mrs. Bobbsey, as well as to the wonderment
of Bert and Harry, Will did not seem eager to accept the invitation.
"I'd like to come on board, very much," he said, looking back of him,
and on all sides, as though he feared some one was after him. "But you
see I haven't got much time. I ought to be back at the farm now. Mr.
Hardee set me to hoeing a patch of corn, and I'm supposed to be back
in time to feed the horses before supper. And it's almost supper time
now."
"Well, we don't want you to be late," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Here, Bert,"
she said, as Dinah came out of the kitchen with a big plate of
muffins, "you take some of these to Will, and you can walk along a
little way with him, and talk about fishing. Then he won't be late.
"But don't go too far," she added, "for supper will soon be ready."
"We won't!" promised Bert. Taking some of the delicious corn muffins,
the two boys hurried ashore, Snap, the dog, barking joyously, bounding
along with them. Flossie and Freddie did not care to go ashore just
then, as the little girl twin was playing with her doll, and her
brother was trying to make Snoop do one of the tricks that the circus
lady had taught the cat in Cuba.
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