“It sounds like a wonderful place to spend the summer,” responded his wife. “And we always go somewhere. Just where is Cloverbank?”
“It is outside the town of Hitchville,” was the answer. “It’s about a day’s ride in the automobile. We could get there without much trouble.”
“Well, if you think they really want us, suppose you write and tell Mr. Watson if he will take the whole family for the summer we’ll be glad to come,” suggested Mrs. Bobbsey.
“I know the children will like it,” remarked their father.
Twilight faded into darkness and, tired with their evening of play, the Bobbsey twins came slowly back home. Soon Flossie and Freddie were undressed and in bed, with Bert and Nan getting ready to follow them a little later. But first the two older twins wanted to know more about the plans for the summer.
“We have about decided to go to Cloverbank,” said Mrs. Bobbsey.
“Oh, goodie!” exclaimed Nan. “Then I can take out Baby May—I mean Baby Jenny.”
“I hope there’s a place where I can swim and catch fish,” murmured Bert.
“Are you going to swim after the fish and catch them?” asked Nan, with a laugh.
“Oh, you know what I mean,” he answered. “I can’t do both at the same time, of course. Though once, when Danny Rugg and I were in swimming, a fish brushed its tail against my legs and I almost caught it, only I wasn’t quick enough.”