Bobbsey, sharply. "I've told you we
don't know where he is, and haven't seen him since you tried to
horsewhip him. That ought to be enough."
"Wa'al, we'll see," was the growling answer, as the mean farmer turned
away.
The houseboat kept on, until it was well past Mr. Hardee's land, and
then, in a pleasant part of the creek, it was tied to the bank. Dinah
served supper.
"See! I told you we had a stove, and that Dinah could cook things,"
said Flossie, as a plate full of steaming hot corn muffins was set on
the table.
"So you did, my dear!" exclaimed Mr. Murphy, who sat next to the
little "fat fairy."
Flossie seemed to think the most wonderful part of the houseboat was
the kitchen and the stove.
When the pleasant meal was over, they sat on deck in the evening,
until it was time for Mr. Murphy to go home. He was to walk across the
meadow, about a mile, to get a trolley car. Mr. Bobbsey went with him,
part of the way.
For several days after this, the Bobbsey twins had all sorts of
amusements on the house-boat. The BLUEBIRD was still kept in the
creek, for it was so pleasant there, along the shady waterway, that
Mrs. Bobbsey said they might as well enjoy it as long as possible.
"But I want to see the big lake and the waterfall," said Nan.
"We'll soon be there," promised her father.
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