“If we could take some bees home, we could have some honey, too,” remarked Freddie.
They all laughed at this, and the farmer said:
“I’m afraid it would be dangerous to carry bees. But in the fall I’ll send you some honey.”
“Well, good-bye, folks!” called Zeek. “I’ve got to go back to the peach orchard. We’re getting in the last load now and I don’t want anything to happen to it.”
The children and their parents said farewell to the kind hired man, and Mrs. Martin called after him:
“If you find my lost glasses anywhere, Zeek, bring them back with you.”
“I will,” he promised, though of course as she had lost them around the house, he would hardly find them in the orchard.
“Good-bye! Good-bye! Good-bye!” was called over and over again, Baby Jenny waving her little hand to the travelers. Then, with a jolly tooting of the auto horn, the Bobbseys began their homeward journey.
There was no delay and no such experiences as had befallen them on their trip to Cloverbank, although there was one detour that made, for a short time, a little rough going, and that evening they reached their home in Lakeport. Dinah and Sam were at the house, waiting to greet them.
“How’s all mah honey lambs?” asked the fat cook, as she took some of the baggage Mrs. Bobbsey handed out.