The Bobbsey Twins at Meadow Brook

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By Laura Lee Hope
Well, here we are back home again! exclaimed Nan Bobbsey, as she sat down in a chair on the porch. Oh, but we have had such a good time!
The best ever! exclaimed her brother Bert, as he set down the valise he had been carrying, and walked back to the front gate to take a small satchel from his mother.
I'm going to carry mine! I want to carry mine all the way! cried little fat Freddie Bobbsey, thinking perhaps his bigger brother might want to take, too, his bundle.
All right, you can carry your own, Freddie, said Bert, pleasantly. But it's pretty heavy for you.
It—it isn't very heavy, panted Freddie, as he struggled on with his bundle, his short fat legs fairly twinkling to and fro as he came up the walk. It's got some cookies in, too, my bundle has; and Flossie and I are going to eat 'em when we get on the porch.
Oh, so that's the reason you didn't want Bert to take your package, is it? asked Mrs. Bobbsey, with a smile, as she patted the little fat chap on the head.
Oh, well, I'll give Bert a cookie if he wants one, said Freddie, generously, but I'm strong enough to carry my own bundle all the way; aren't I, Dinah? and he appealed to a fat, good-natured looking colored woman, who was waddling along, carrying a number of packages.
Dat's what yo' is, honey lamb! Dat's what yo' is! Dinah exclaimed. An' ef I could see dat man ob mine, Sam Johnson, I'd make him take some ob dese yeah t'ings.
As Dinah spoke there came from around the corner of the house a tall, slim colored man, who as soon as he saw the party of returning travelers, ran forward to help them carry their luggage.