You can imagine how swiftly Bert raced down that hill. Nan tried to follow as fast as her twin brother, but she slipped and slid on the pine needles—she “skidded” just as Freddie had done. As for Flossie, she started to run, but she tripped and fell on her face. Then she, too, slid down the remainder of the way on the brown needles.
In this way all four of the Bobbsey twins reached the bottom of the hill. Bert was the first to get to where Freddie sat, pointing his chubby forefinger.
“Where is it?” demanded Bert. “Where’s the carriage and Baby May?”
“Right in there!” Freddie answered.
Bert saw the carriage, almost completely hidden behind a screen of green leaves. At the same time Nan and Flossie saw it.
“Oh,” murmured Nan. “Oh, maybe she isn’t in the carriage! Maybe the old woman took May out and pushed the carriage down the hill!”
“We’ll soon see!” exclaimed Bert.
He dashed into the bushes, pulled aside the branches that almost covered the carriage, and cried:
“She’s all right! She’s here fast asleep!”
As he spoke, his loud voice awakened the baby, who cooed and gurgled so that the others heard her.