“I’m going to make her tell the secret!” said Mr. Bobbsey.
“What about Nan and Bert?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey, over the wire.
“I’ll keep them with me,” their father replied. “They’ll be all right—don’t worry. Are Flossie and Freddie all right?”
“Yes; only Freddie fell in a mud puddle and pulled Flossie in after him! They’re sights, but that’s nothing new!”
“Is the baby all right?”
“Oh, yes, she’s a little darling. I almost hope we never have to give her up—but of course we must do what is right.”
So it was that Mr. Bobbsey with Bert and Nan started for Hankertown in the automobile, trying to arrive as soon as possible after the train had left the strange, old woman there. But, as the train had gone on to Miles Junction before the conductor received the telegram, the old woman might have disappeared again.
“Do you think she lives in Hankertown?” asked Nan, as the automobile dashed along the country road.
“She may,” answered Mr. Bobbsey. “Even if she doesn’t, some one there will be sure to know her and we can find out about her from them. At least I hope so.”
“I do, too,” murmured Nan. “But I love Baby May!”