"
"Oh, I guess we ate them up without knowing it," Bert said, with a
laugh. "Never mind, Dinah, a piece of cake, or pie will do just as
well."
"Go 'long wif yo'!" cried the cook with a laugh. "I'se got suffin else
t' do 'cept make cake an' pies fo' two hungry boys. Yo' jest take a
piece ob bread an' butter 'till dinnah am ready."
"All right," agreed Bert. "It won't be long until twelve o'clock. Come
on, Harry, and we'll see what luck we have fishing."
"I'm ready," was Harry's answer.
"I'll get you the bread and butter," offered Nan, and she did, adding
some jam to the bread, which was a delightful surprise to the two
boys.
"I want to fish, too," said Freddie.
"All right, I'll fix you a line," offered Bert. "But be careful you
don't fall in. A fish might pull you overboard."
Soon the three boys were dangling their lines over the rail of the
Bluebird, while Nan helped her mother with some of the rooms, which,
even though they were on a boat, needed "putting to rights." Dinah was
busy in the kitchen.
By this time Mr. Bobbsey had reached Lakeport by the trolley. He was
going to his lumber office, thinking some of his friends, whom he
might call on the telephone could suggest a way out of the trouble.
Before he reached the lumber yard, however, he met an acquaintance on
the street, a Mr.
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