“It’s too near supper time,” said their mother. “You must wait, my dears,” she told the smaller twins. “Don’t spoil your appetites.”
“I can’t spoil mine—it’s too big,” chuckled Freddie. “I just wanted a cookie.”
“So do I,” said Flossie.
Their mother finally allowed them a cookie apiece, for she found out that supper would be a bit late, as Mrs. Meekin wanted to finish skimming the milk as she was going to churn the next day.
Then Nan decided she wanted a cookie for herself, so it was perhaps five or ten minutes before the children went back to where they had left Baby May in the carriage.
But, all the while, the carriage was in plain sight from the porch. Even Mr. Bobbsey could watch it, so nothing was feared.
Nan and Flossie and Freddie, munching their molasses cookies, went back to where they had left Baby May, Nan gently raised the coverings to see if May was still asleep.
“Oh! Oh!” she gasped.
“What is it?” Flossie wanted to know.
“Is a bee stinging Baby May?” asked Freddie.