“Oh, I do hope they’re all right!” said Mrs. Bobbsey.
“Of course they are!” her husband told her. “They’ll be here in the morning.”
“With chestnuts?” asked Flossie, who, with Freddie, had been awakened from an early evening sleep by the return of their father.
“Yes, they’ll bring chestnuts,” replied Mr. Bobbsey, trying to smile, though it was hard work, for he was really very much worried, as was his wife.
However, they did not let Flossie and Freddie know this. And as Mr. Bobbsey ate the warm supper which Mrs. Baxter set out for him, he told about the finding of Mr. Bimby, who had been taken to the cabin of Tom Case, there to spend the night.
“Can we see him?” cried Flossie, who did not seem any the worse for having fallen into the water.
“Maybe he can tell us a story about a real bear,” added Freddie, for he had been rather disappointed, since coming to Cedar Camp, because no one could tell him where to find a bear.
“Maybe he can,” said his father. “You shall see Old Jim, as the boys call him, in the morning.”
Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey did not pass a very happy night. They were much worried about the missing Nan and Bert, and though he tried to sleep, after Flossie and Freddie had gone to Slumberland, Mr. Bobbsey found it hard work. So did his wife.
More than once during the night, as they awakened after fitful naps and heard the wind howling around the cabin and the snow rattling against the windows, one or the other would say: