“Oh, there’s a bear here! Look at the bear! Oh, Freddie!”
She darted back so quickly that she knocked Freddie down.
CHAPTER XIII
NAN’S TROLLEY RIDE
“What’s that you said, Flossie? Where are you going?” asked Freddie, scrambling to his feet.
In her excitement over what she had seen, Flossie had screamed in such a shrill voice that her brother hardly understood her.
“What’s the matter? What are you running for?” he called to her.
“I guess you’d run yourself, if you saw a bear!” panted Flossie. She could not run very fast, for the passage, like a wooden tunnel, was covered on the bottom with wisps of hay, and that made it slippery.
“A bear!” gasped Freddie. “Did you see a bear?”
By this time he and Flossie had gotten out of the passage and were back in the big barn, on the other side of the small door they had opened. There was no one else near them, none of the peach workers, nor was Bert nor Nan. The small twins had this part of the barn to themselves.