"
The children found one, near a little brook, and Mr. Bobbsey was soon
busy with his knife. The bark slipped off easily from the willow wood,
which is why it is so often used for whistles.
Soon all four children were blowing whistles of different tones, and
making so much noise that, with the barking of Snap, who seemed to
think he must bark every time a whistle was blown, Mrs. Bobbsey cried
out for quietness.
"Come on, we'll go farther off in the woods and play Indian,"
suggested Bert, and soon this game was under way.
It was lunch time almost before the children knew it, and what fun it
was to sit around the table cloth Dinah spread out on the grass, and
eat the good things from the basket. Snap was given his share, but
Snoop, the black cat, had not come along, staying on the houseboat
with Captain White.
"Isn't this fun?" cried Nan to Dorothy.
"Indeed it is! Oh, I can't tell you how glad I am that you asked me to
come on this trip!"
"Oh! Look at that big bug!" suddenly cried Freddie, and he made a jump
toward his mother, to get out of the way of a big cricket that had
hopped onto the white table cloth.
"Look out, Freddie!" called his father. "You'll upset your glass of
lemonade!"
Mr. Bobbsey spoke too late. Freddie's heel kicked over the glass, and
the lemonade spilled right into Mrs.
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