“Oh, hello!” cried Flossie, as if greeting an old friend.
“He’s glad to see us and we’re glad to see him,” said Freddie.
This seemed to be true, though I think Flossie and Freddie were more pleased to see Rover than he was to see them, for the dog knew how to find his way home, and even trace and find his master if need be, while, to tell you the truth, Flossie and Freddie were lost, though they did not yet know it. But they were soon to find this out.
“Did you come looking for us?” asked Flossie, as she patted the shaggy animal.
“I guess he did,” Freddie said. “I guess he’d rather come with us than with daddy and the others. Though we’ll take Rover to ’em, won’t we?”
“Yes,” agreed Flossie. “But we must hurry up and catch ’em, Freddie. We want to see Mrs. Bimby and tell her about the nice warm bear robe.”
“Sush! Don’t speak so loud,” cautioned Freddie, looking over his shoulder.
“Why not?” Flossie wanted to know.
“I mean about the bear robe,” her brother went on. “There might be some bears in the woods, and if they heard there was the skin of one of ’em at the cabin, maybe they wouldn’t like it.”
“Maybe that’s so,” agreed Flossie, also looking around. “But, anyhow, Rover’d drive the bears away; wouldn’t you, Rover?”