“Oh, maybe,” he replied, not much interested, it appeared. “But I have to see something happen first.”
“Why, a lot has happened already!” exclaimed Nan. “There were the five kittens, and sleeping in the lonely cabin, and then the thunderstorm, and us not knowing it was the Cloverbank barn we drove into, and Mrs. Watson thinking the baby was hurt—all those things have happened and we haven’t really begun yet.”
“Oh, if you call those happenings—yes,” agreed Bert. “But they aren’t any good to put in a composition to win a prize.”
“Of course they are!” insisted Nan. “The teacher said it was better to write about the common, everyday happenings, if we did it well, than to try to write about something big we didn’t know anything about.”
“Um! Maybe,” admitted Bert. “But there’s plenty of time. We have all summer ahead of us. I’ll write my composition the last week when I see what has happened.”
“I’m going to write down the different things that happen every day, and then I’ll pick out the most interesting and write about them,” decided Nan. “I do hope I win that prize!”
“I hope you do, too,” said Bert kindly. “I guess I won’t try for it, and then it will be easier for you.”
“Oh, no, you must try, too,” declared Nan, and Bert said he would think it over.
Meanwhile, the other Bobbsey twins, who had also put on their everyday clothes, had come down to wander about the place to discover what there was with which they could play and have a good time.
“But I want to see the clover bank,” insisted Freddie. “Where is it?”