"Think of the
lonely nights he'll have to spend, and perhaps with no place to sleep,
but on the hard ground. And when it rains---"
"I guess I'll stay home!" laughed Bert, as though he had ever had an
idea of running away from home.
Slowly the Bluebird made her way backward until she had passed some
posts near the edge of the water. These posts marked the boundary line
of Mr. Hardee's farm. He did not own beyond them, and Captain White
said the creek was public property there.
"Then we'll anchor here," decided Mr. Bobbsey, as he steered the
houseboat toward shore. "Then I think I'll take a little trip back to
Lakeport."
"And leave us alone?" cried Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Only for a short while. I want to see some friends of mine, and find
out if Mr. Hardee really has the right to fence off Lemby Creek. I
don't believe he has."
"Will you be back to-night?"
"Oh, yes. It isn't far to Lakeport. I can walk across the fields and
go by trolley."
"I do hope you can find some way of getting past the fence," said Mrs.
Bobbsey. "It would be too bad to have our trip spoiled."
As Mr. Bobbsey was getting ready to go back to town, Dinah came out of
the dining-room, looking rather puzzled.
"What is the matter?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. "Are you worried because we
can't get those eggs from Mr.
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