“It’s that old woman—I know ’tis!” declared Freddie.
“Let’s look around,” suggested Nan eagerly. “If the old woman did take May away she can’t have got very far. Let’s look around!”
Standing on top of the little hill, the Bobbsey twins began to look about them for a possible sight of the old woman hurrying away and wheeling Baby May. But they saw no one.
Suddenly Freddie slipped on the pine needles and began sliding down the hill. It was what he and Flossie had done before, to have fun, but now Freddie’s slipping was an accident.
“Oh!” he cried as he felt himself going. “Oh, I’m skidding!”
He had heard his father say this while driving the automobile on a wet and slippery pavement.
Freddie slid all the way down to the bottom of the hill. He came to a stop near a clump of bushes—bushes covered with thick, green leaves.
And then, all of a sudden, while Flossie, Bert and Nan stood on the top of the hill, hardly knowing whether or not to laugh at Freddie, and when they were wondering what dreadful thing might have happened to Baby May, Freddie gave a loud cry.
It was not a cry as if he were hurt. It was, rather, a cry of joy. Then the little fellow yelled:
“I’ve found her! I’ve found Baby May! Here’s her carriage in the bushes! I’ve found her!”