“Maybe she will!” chuckled Mr. Bobbsey.
“Hush! Not so loud!” cautioned Mrs. Bobbsey, coming from a bedroom. “I’ve just gotten Baby May to sleep!”
The next day was Saturday, and of course there was no school.
“Though if it was all like the geography lesson yesterday I wouldn’t mind going to school on Saturdays,” said Bert, as he looked for his cap to go out to play.
“Neither would I,” agreed Nan. “Mother, may I take Baby May out in the baby carriage?” she asked.
“In a little while you and Flossie may wheel her,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “I don’t like Flossie to take her alone, as she’s been teasing to do.”
“Well, I’m going over and play ball with the other boys,” announced Bert.
Just then the telephone rang.
“It’s your father,” announced Mrs. Bobbsey, after listening a moment. “He says,” she went on, “that he has to go to Menton on some business in the auto, and he wants to know if you two would like to ride with him,” and she looked at Bert and Nan. Flossie and Freddie were out in the yard playing.
“Oh, would we!” cried Nan, clasping her hands in joyful anticipation. “When is he coming?”