“Maybe they’re still up on top of your head,” suggested Bert. “Once Charlie Mason’s grandmother lost her glasses and we looked all over for them, and, all the while, she had them pushed up on top of her head.”
“Well, mine aren’t there,” Mrs. Martin replied, putting up her hand, however, to feel and make sure. “I don’t see what I did with them!”
Then the search began, with the older Bobbsey twins and Mrs. Watson helping. The porch was searched carefully, and the children looked on the ground around it, stepping carefully so they would not tread on and break the glasses if they should have happened to fall. But the glasses could not be found.
Then Mrs. Bobbsey came and helped, but she was no more successful than the others had been. Inside and outside the house the search went on, but the spectacles could not be found.
“Maybe they’ll turn up after a while,” said Mr. Watson, when he came in from the peach sorting to get washed for dinner.
“Well, I hope they will,” his wife’s cousin said. “Meanwhile I can’t read a word, and I can’t see very well. I declare, I can hardly tell one Bobbsey twin from the other!” she said with a sigh.
“We can tell you our names,” Freddie suggested. He and Flossie had come back from sailing their toy boats and had taken part in the hunt for the glasses.
“Yes, my dear, that’s kind of you, and I suppose you could do that,” murmured the old lady. “But I would like to see.”
When a further search did not bring the missing glasses to light Mr. Watson said:
“Can’t you mail the prescription to the people who made them and have another set made?”