Yet Mr. Bobbsey could not help but think that the cruel lash must have
hurt Will more than the boy himself showed.
"He--he won't whip him any more, will he?" asked little Flossie.
"No, not any more," said Mr. Bobbsey, for he had made up his mind he
would, if necessary, take the boy away from the mean farmer before any
more whipping could be done.
"Suppah am ready!" called Dinah from the kitchen. "An' I done wants
yo' all t' come right away fo' it gits cold!"
"We're coming!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "And after supper we'll sit on
deck and sing songs."
She wanted to do something to take out of the minds of the children
the memory of the unpleasant scene they had just observed.
"I wish it would hurry up and come morning," said Bert.
"Why?" asked his father.
"So Harry and I can go fishing. I'm sure we'll catch some with the
grasshoppers for bait."
"Well, I hope you have good luck," laughed Mr. Bobbsey.
The supper was much enjoyed. The fish, which Will had given the
Bobbseys, made a fine meal, with the corn muffins and other things
Dinah cooked. After supper they all sat out on the deck of the
houseboat, enjoying the beautiful June evening. From the farm of Mr.
Hardee came the sounds of mooing cows, and whinnying horses, with an
occasional grunt of the pigs, or the barking of dogs.
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