“I shouldn’t wonder but what there would,” was the answer. “Anyhow, there will be plenty in the fall, and I’ll see that you get some to eat on your pancakes this winter. I’ll send you some.”
“I like pancakes!” murmured Freddie.
Knowing that too much work would not please the children, Mr. Bobbsey suggested that they had been in the barn long enough, sorting peaches, and told them to run out and play.
This Flossie and Freddie did, going to their favorite place down by the shallow part of the brook, where they sailed tiny boats. Bert and Nan, after having really helped quite a bit in sorting the fruit, wandered off to the woods, Nan taking a story book.
Bert decided he would go fishing.
“Want to come, Nan?” he invited, for he liked to have his sister with him.
“Thank you, I guess I don’t,” she answered. “I’ll take my book back to the house and read in the hammock.”
Bert went back to the house with her to get his pole and line. When they arrived they saw Mrs. Martin excitedly walking about the porch, looking on window sills, under chairs, and in many places.
“What’s the matter?” asked Nan.
“Is the baby lost?” Bert wanted to know.