“We’re going to the seashore,” said May.
“We’ve been there—lots of times,” Nan said.
“I like the seashore!” murmured Flossie. “We went there and played in the sand.”
“And Flossie fell into the water!” added Freddie, anxious to tell all the news.
“So did you fall in, too!” countered Flossie.
“Yes, we both fell in!” laughed her twin brother, shaking his head of golden hair. “It was lots of fun.”
“Well, I want to go swimming in the ocean,” said May, laughing at the smaller Bobbsey twins, “but I don’t exactly want to fall in. I suppose Baby May is too young to be taken to the seashore,” she added, for by this time every one in Lakeport knew about the little foundling who had been left on the Bobbsey doorstep.
“Yes, I suppose so,” agreed Nan. “But we’ll go away somewhere, I’m sure. Good-bye, May!”
“Good-bye,” May answered, as she turned down her street.
“I’m going to ask mother if I can wheel Baby May out in the baby carriage,” said Flossie, as she and her sister and brother neared home.