Mrs. Bobbsey was a bit excited when she heard the news her husband brought.
“Here, Nan,” she said to her daughter, “you take Baby May out in the side yard under the trees with Flossie and Freddie. I want to talk to your father undisturbed for a little while.”
Bert had gone with Mr. Meekin to help with the evening “chores,” and this left Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey free to talk when Nan had taken Baby May and the smaller twins out in the yard.
“What do you think we had better do?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey of her husband. “I don’t like this shadow of a strange woman always hovering over us and the baby.”
“Neither do I. Suppose we go to some other place, and go in such a way—perhaps at night—that she can’t find us?”
“I think that would be a good plan. She must have inquired of the neighbors back in Lakeport and so have traced us.”
“I suppose so; though I thought we had kept it quiet. But we don’t want to spoil the children’s summer. I’ll look for another place.”
The sound of footsteps on the side porch was heard and, looking out, Mrs. Bobbsey saw Nan coming in, followed by Freddie and Flossie.
“You shouldn’t come in and leave Baby May out there all alone!” warned Mrs. Bobbsey.
“Oh, she’s all right,” said Nan. “She’s sound asleep, and I can see the carriage from here, and Flossie and Freddie wanted something to eat.”