"I've read of
boys making long journeys that way."
"I wouldn't want to try it," spoke Bert.
"Neither would I," said his cousin. "This houseboat suits me!"
Flossie was little the worse for her accident, and was soon playing
about again with Snoop and Snap, and with Freddie. The little fellow
and his sister made the dog and cat do many tricks.
It was the day after this, when the Bluebird had gone a little farther
up the creek, that Mrs. Bobbsey planned a little picnic on shore. They
were not far from a nice, green forest.
"We'll have Dinah put us up a little lunch, and we'll go in the woods
and eat it," said Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Oh, that will be fun!" cried Nan. "Won't it, Dorothy?"
"Indeed it will," said the seashore cousin.
"I'm going to take my doll," Flossie said. "There's no water in the
woods for her to fall in, is there, mamma?"
"No, not unless you drop her into a spring," laughed Mrs. Bobbsey.
"I'll see if Dinah has finished making the sandwiches," offered Nan.
"She had them almost finished a little while ago."
But when Nan went to the dining-room, she found the colored cook very
much excited.
"What is the matter, Dinah?" asked Nan.
"Mattah! What am de mattah?" Dinah repeated, "Dey's lots de mattah,
Missie Nan."
"Why, what can it be?"
"De sandwiches is gone, dat's what's de mattah!"
"The sandwiches, Dinah?"
"Yes'm, de sandwiches what I done make fo' de excursnick!"
"Oh, you mean for our picnic, Dinah?"
"Yes'm, dat's it.
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