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"Let's have one more picnic on an island!" proposed Nan, a few days
before the trip on Lake Romano was to end.
"And a marshmallow roast!" added Dorothy.
"Fine!" cried Bert. "I'll eat all the candies you toast!"
"And I'll help!" added Harry.
"You boys will have to make the fire," Nan said.
"I'll gather wood!" offered Freddie. "And I'll have my little fire
engine all ready to put out the blaze, if it gets too big."
"A pail of water will be better," laughed Bert. "Your engine might get
going so fast, like it did once, we couldn't stop it."
"I'll sharpen the sticks to put the marshmallows on," offered Harry.
"I wish Will Watson was here to help us eat these," said Nan a little
later that afternoon, when the children were having their marshmallow
roast on a little island in the lake. "He was a nice boy."
"Yes, and he will be well looked after now," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Your
father had a letter from the miner uncle to-day, saying he was going
to make a miner of Will. He gave up the idea of going to sea."
"And will he dig gold?" asked Flossie.
"I suppose so, dear!"
"Oh, I'm going to dig gold when I grow to be a man," said Freddie.
"May I have another marshmallow, Nan?" "Yes, little fat fireman," she
laughed.
A few days later, after making a trip around the lower end of the
lake, the Bobbsey twins started for home, reaching there safely, and
having no more trouble with Mr.
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