“Oh, that’ll be fun!” cried Nellie.
Bert and Charlie were talking about the best place to go fishing. And the younger Bobbsey twins were talking about something else.
“If he does it again to-day, you tell me an’ I’ll fix him,” said Freddie to Flossie.
“I will,” his golden-haired sister answered. “Will you make him stop, Freddie?”
“Sure I will! You come and tell me!”
“What is it you are going to do?” asked Nan of her smaller brother and sister. But just then the warning bell rang and they all had to run so they would not be late, and Nan forgot about what she had overheard.
At recess there were jolly times in the school playground. Some of the boys got up a baseball game, and others played marbles, leapfrog or mumble-the-peg. The girls skipped rope or tossed bean bags, while some played different kinds of tag. It was cool, so that running about and jumping made one feel fine.
Suddenly from the lower end of the playground, near the shed where the janitor kept his brooms, a lawnmower, and other things, came a cry of alarm.
“That’s Flossie!” exclaimed Nan, pausing in the midst of a bean bag game. “Something’s the matter!”
She caught sight of Flossie and Freddie in some sort of a battle with Nick Malone, one of the “bad” boys of the school. Flossie and Freddie seemed to be having a fight with Nick.