“So it is!” sighed his father. “Well, luckily we have a spare on, and it won’t take long to change.”
But it took longer than he thought, for the road was sandy, and the jack, for lifting up the car so the tire could be changed, sank deeply into the soft earth. By the time some boards and flat stones had been found to put under the jack, it was getting dusk.
“You’ll hardly have the tire changed before it’s dark,” said Mrs. Bobbsey with a look around the lonely road.
“I’m afraid not,” agreed her husband. “But we can drive after dark, you know.”
“I don’t like it much—on strange roads,” she said. “I wish there were some place where we could stay, but there doesn’t seem to be.”
Nan, who had gotten out to walk around with Flossie and Freddie while Bert helped his father, now came back with the small twins in time to hear what her mother said.
“There’s a house just around the turn in the road where we might stay,” said Nan.
“A house?” inquired her mother.
“Yes. A log cabin. Come, I’ll show it to you!”
“Shall I go and look?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey of her husband.