“All right. But we’ll tell daddy and mother, sha’n’t we?”
“Oh, sure!” Bert agreed.
The boys trudged back to the house with their strings of fish.
“Oh, what fine luck you had!” cried Nan, as she met them.
“And we had an adventure, too!” burst out Freddie. “I saw the old woman kidnapper—I mean, I didn’t zactly see her, but I saw her green umbrella and—and—”
But he had to stop, for he was out of breath.
“What does he mean, Bert?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey, with a quick look at her older son.
“Well, he surely thinks he saw the green umbrella,” Bert explained, and then he went on with the story.
Mr. Bobbsey looked a bit serious when, later, he heard all about it.
“What do you think?” his wife asked him.