Bobbsey's lap.
"Oh, Freddie!" cried Bert.
"Never mind--it's an old dress," laughed Mrs. Bobbsey, "and there's
more lemonade. Accidents will happen on picnics. Never mind, Freddie."
The cricket was "shooed" away by Nan, Freddie's glass was filled
again, and the picnic went on merrily. Soon it was time to go back to
the boat.
As they walked along through the woods, Mr. Bobbsey glanced up now and
then through the trees at the sky.
"Do you think it's going to rain?" his wife asked.
"Not right away, but I think we are soon going to have a storm," he
said.
"Oh, well, the houseboat doesn't leak, does it?"
"No, but I don't want to go out on Lake Romano in a storm, and I
intended this evening to go on up the creek until we reached the lake.
But I'll wait and see what the weather does."
"Well, did anything happen while we were gone?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey of
Captain White, as they got back to the houseboat.
"No, not a thing," he answered. "It was so still and quiet here, that
Snoop and I had a nice sleep," and he pointed to the black cat, who
was stretched out in his lap, as he sat on deck.
As it did not look so much like a storm now, Mr. Bobbsey decided to
move the houseboat farther up the creek, almost to where the stream
flowed from Lake Romano, so as to be ready to go out on the larger
body of water in the morning, if everything was all right.
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