“Fine!” answered Bert.
“And I was going to be a peach-man. But I guess I’ll be a fireman like I always was,” Freddie told her.
“Perhaps that will be best,” his mother agreed, with a laugh.
Back to Cloverbank drove Mr. Bobbsey and his family, and there they found the picking and sorting of peaches still going on.
“Let’s watch ’em sort peaches in the barn,” suggested Bert.
The work was now going on faster, for Mr. Watson wanted to take advantage of the good weather and the high prices fruit was bringing. After a while Flossie and Freddie, in the spirit of investigation, wandered down to a lower floor of the big barn.
“What place is this, do you s’pose, Freddie?” asked the little girl, as she pointed to a small door in the side wall.
“I don’t know,” Freddie answered. “Maybe it’s a sort of icebox, where Mr. Watson keeps peaches over night.”
“Maybe,” Flossie said. “I’m going to look in and see.”
She tried to open the door, but it stuck, and she called to Freddie to help her. Together the children managed to open it, the workers in the barn paying little attention to the twins, for there was no work going on near this door. No sooner was the door opened, allowing Flossie to enter a little way, than she gave a scream and cried: