“Oh, my elevated railroad was wrecked!” laughed Bert, and by turns the children told of the happening.
“Daddy,” began Nan a little later, as they sat at the supper table, the storm having quieted somewhat. “Daddy—”
“Yes, Nan?” he answered. “What is it?”
“Did you see a funny old lady with a green umbrella out in the storm?”
“What’s this—a riddle?” and Mr. Bobbsey smiled.
“Oh, no! We all saw her!” cried Freddie.
“An’ she had a big basket!” added Flossie.
Mr. Bobbsey looked at his wife, to ask what it was all about, and she told briefly about the strange woman passing the house in the storm, carrying the big basket, which seemed to be heavy.
“No, I didn’t see her,” said Mr. Bobbsey. “It’s hard to see anything in this storm,” he added. “Is my rubber coat here at the house?” he asked his wife.
“Why?” she wanted to know, looking quickly at him. “You aren’t going out again to-night, are you?”