She led the way to the dining room, with Flossie and Freddie whispering on the way:
“When can we give Daddy his presents?”
“You might as well get them now, I suppose,” said Mrs. Bobbsey, with a laugh as she glanced at her husband. “There will be no peace at the table until you do, and you won’t eat anything until this excitement is over. Get the presents now!”
“Whoopee!” yelled Bert, who was almost as excited as were the smaller twins.
“Mine’s in the cellar!” cried Freddie, as he made a dash for the kitchen.
“Be careful going down the stairs!” warned his mother.
“Mine’s upstairs,” remarked Nan.
“So’s mine!” added Bert, with a quick look at her. “I didn’t see you up there hiding it, though,” he went on.
“And I didn’t see you,” laughed Nan. “I came in through the kitchen.”
“So’d I!” cried Bert, with a chuckle.