“It’s got him by the toe! It’s got him by the toe!”
“What has who by the toe?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
“The turkle has Freddie by the toe,” explained Flossie. “Come on, Mother!”
“Where is Freddie?” asked his mother.
“Down in the duck pond,” answered Flossie.
“Didn’t I tell you not to go wading there?” exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. But she did not wait for Flossie to answer. On hurried the mother of the Bobbsey twins, Flossie keeping alongside of her.
“Freddie said it was all right to go in wading to-day, ’cause it was yesterday you said we couldn’t go in,” remarked Flossie.
“Oh, my goodness!” gasped Mrs. Bobbsey. “Such children!”
By this time she was within sight of the pond where Freddie stood near the edge. He was crying and was splashed from head to foot with muddy water.
“Oh, Freddie! Are you hurt, child?” called his mother.