“Yes,” agreed Flossie, with a little smile. “It must be the kittens you feel, Mother. And I can hear them mewing now. Can’t you hear the kittens mewing, Freddie?”
“Sure I can!” was the reply.
“Kittens? Kittens? What kittens?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
“It’s the five little kittens Flossie and I put in a box and brought along with us,” explained Freddie. “I guess they got out and it’s them crawling over your feet, Mother.”
“Five kitties can mew a whole lot,” added Flossie.
“Five kittens! What in the world do the children mean?” cried Mrs. Bobbsey. She reached down into the midst of the baggage and other things and brought up a pasteboard box containing one lonely little kitten.
“I guess the other four are crawling around down there,” said Freddie calmly. “There were five of them; weren’t there, Flossie?”
“Yes, five,” answered the little girl.
“I can feel them!” sighed Mrs. Bobbsey. “Oh, my goodness!” She reached down again, and one at a time, brought up four more kittens from the bottom of the car. She put them in the box with the other.
“Oh, aren’t they cute!” cried Nan.