Harry," said Mrs. Bobbsey, and
tears of thankfulness glistened in her eyes.
"Oh, it wasn't anything at all," the country boy said, modestly
blushing, for he did not like such a "fuss" made over him. "I knew I
could get her out."
"Well, it was very fine of you," said Mr. Bobbsey, warmly. "Now then,
you had better change your clothes, for, though it is summer, you
might take cold. And Flossie, too, must change."
"Yes, I'll look after her," said her mother "Now remember, little fat
fairy," Mrs. Bobbsey went on, giving Flossie her father's pet name,
"you must never lean over the rail again. If you do---"
"But I saw---" began Flossie.
"No matter what you saw--don't lean over the rail!" said her mother.
"If you do, we shall have to give up this houseboat trip."
This seemed such a dreadful thing, that Flossie quickly promised to be
very careful indeed.
"But I did see him, all the same!" she murmured, as her mother took
her to the bedroom to change her clothes. "I saw that boy on our
boat."
The others only laughed at Flossie for thinking such a queer thing.
"That poor boy is far enough away from here now," said Bert. "I wonder
if he will really try to make his way out west?"
"I don't know," answered Harry, who had changed to a dry suit, hanging
his other in the sun to let the water drip out of it.
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