“We’ll take them some other time,” added Nan. “They’d get tired and want to come back before we found any nuts, Mother.”
“Yes,” said Mrs. Bobbsey, “perhaps they would. You can take them some other time, I suppose.” Then, as she knew Flossie and Freddie would be disappointed, Mrs. Bobbsey called to them:
“Come, little twins, we’ll go down to the sawmill and see the big logs sawed up into boards. Maybe you can ride on the log carriers.”
Flossie and Freddie knew what this was, and to them there was no better fun. Also they liked to see the big, jagged-tooth saw whizzing about and cutting its way through the logs with such a queer, ripping, buzzing sound.
“Oh, if we can go to the sawmill that will be ’most as much fun as nutting,” agreed Freddie.
“Will you bring us some nuts?” asked Flossie.
“Yes,” promised Nan. “And next time we go we’ll take you.”
So the nutting party was arranged. Taking lunch was a sort of afterthought on the part of Bert.
“What’ll we do if we get hungry?” he had asked his mother.