“No, it isn’t horses! It’s cows! A lot of cows running away! They’re coming right into the barn, too! Oh, look!”
CHAPTER XVII
MRS. MARTIN’S GLASSES
For a moment or two, following Freddie’s excited cries, those in the barn, including the others in the Bobbsey family, did not know whether the little fellow really saw what he said he did or not.
“What do you mean, Freddie—are there really runaway cows?” asked Nan.
“Sure, they are!” was the answer. “Come and look! They’re running right this way, too!”
“And I can hear cows, too!” shrieked Flossie.
“I’ll see what’s going on!” exclaimed Zeek Trimmer from his place at the far end of the peach bins, where he was putting the fruit into baskets ready for the market.
He ran to the door, followed by Mr. Watson and Mr. Bobbsey. Freddie had turned to find what he thought would be a safe place with Flossie. Nan decided she must help her mother quiet the small twins, but Bert ran on with his father and the other men.
Flossie was right when she said she could hear the cows, for loud bellows and moos filled the air, mingling with the shouts of men.