“And I want to see the baby,” added Flossie.
The storm, indeed, had ended and the weather was clearing. With Mr. Watson, Zeek, and Mr. Bobbsey carrying the baggage, and the children taking their toys and playthings, the party moved on toward the big farmhouse. On the porch stood Mrs. Watson.
“Well, of all things!” she cried, as she caught sight of the Bobbsey family. “How did you folks get here?”
“We came in the storm and drove right into your barn, not knowing whose it was,” explained Mrs. Bobbsey.
“How glad I am to see you!” went on Mrs. Watson, as the children and the others trooped up the front steps. “We have been expecting you—in fact, we looked for you yesterday.”
“And we would have been here then, only for the many things that happened,” explained Mr. Bobbsey. “It is very kind of you and your husband to ask this whole family out here for the summer.”
“We’re glad to have you,” said Mrs. Watson.
“Where’s the baby?” asked Nan.
“You mean Jenny?” asked the mother. “Oh, she’s in the house. She’s grown so you will hardly know her,” she went on proudly.
“Can she talk?” Freddie wanted to know.