Meanwhile Flossie, much to her delight, was allowed to hold the little one in her lap.
“It’ll be your turn pretty soon, Freddie,” said Flossie to her brother, for as the two smaller twins always shared everything they had or did, naturally Flossie thought her small brother would want a part in holding Baby Jenny.
“I guess I rather let her play with my fire engine,” Freddie said, squirming around on one foot. “I don’t zazackly know how to hold babies.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to drop mine!” laughed the mother. “But make yourselves at home, folks,” she went on. “My, you must be tired with your long trip and sleeping in a cabin and then getting here in the rain. But it’s clearing off beautifully now,” she added.
So through the rooms of the big, pleasant farmhouse they went, and soon they were all made to feel at home by the kindness of Mr. and Mrs. Watson, not to mention the smiles and cooings of the baby.
The weather had cleared, following the heavy thunderstorm, and gave promise of many fair days to come.
“Won’t we have fun here?” said Bert to Nan, as the two put on their play suits ready to go out and explore the place.
“It’s just lovely!” Nan said. “I’m so glad we came! I’ve got a lot of things to write about for my composition already.”
“What composition?” Bert inquired.
“The one we are going to write to try to win the prize Miss Skell offered,” explained Nan. “Aren’t you going to write a composition about what happens this summer, Bert?”