"The secret isn't about you."
"I think you're real mean not to tell us!" called Dorothy, from her
room. "Nan and I are going to have a marshmallow roast, when we go on
shore near the waterfall, and we won't give you boys a single one,
will we, Nan?"
"Not a one!" cried Bert's sister.
"Will you give me one--whatever it is?" asked Freddie from the room
where his mother was dressing him.
"And me, too?" added Flossie, for she always wanted to share in her
little twin brother's fun.
"Yes, you may have some, but not Bert and Harry," went on Nan, though
she knew when the time came, that she would share her treat with her
brother and cousin.
"Well, I didn't hear any noises last night," said Mr. Bobbsey to his
wife at the breakfast table.
"Nor I," said she. But when Dinah came in with a platter of ham and
eggs, there was such a funny look on the cook's face that Mrs. Bobbsey
asked:
"Aren't you well, Dinah?"
"Oh, yes'm, I'se well enough," the fat cook answered. "But dey shuah
is suffin strange gwine on abo'd dish yeah boat."
"What's the matter now?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.
"A whole loaf of bread was tooken last night," said Dinah. "It was
tooken right out ob de bread box," she went on, "and I'se shuah it
wasn't no rat, fo' he couldn't open my box."
"I don't know," said Mrs.
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