“All right, then Dinah can come down,” Mrs. Bobbsey said. “You and Flossie go out and play, Freddie,” she added to the younger twins. “But don’t make any noise.”
“I’ll play with my paper dolls—they don’t make a sound,” decided Flossie.
“And I’ll take my little cart with the rubber tires on the wheels—that doesn’t make any noise, either,” said Freddie.
“Why can’t you give my family a ride in the cart?” suggested Flossie. “The children haven’t had a ride for a long time.” By children, she of course meant her paper dolls.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” answered Freddie. “We’ll pretend the cart is a trolley car and the children can ride on it. Only they have to pay fare. Little stones will do for money.”
And so it was arranged.
With the younger twins thus safely amusing themselves, Nan could spend her time with the baby.
She went quietly up to the room where Dinah sat beside the bed on which little May was lying.
“De honey lamb is gettin’ bettah,” whispered Dinah. “I kin tell by de way she breeves. Dat doctor man’s medicine done her a powerful sight ob good! But don’t wake her up. Let her sleep! Sleep’s de best when a baby’s sick.”
“Yes,” agreed Nan, in a whisper, and then she sat silent beside the bed.