“I’m glad of it,” said Mrs. Watson, with a laugh. “Then you’ll appreciate the roast chicken.”
“Oh—chicken—goodie!” cried Flossie and Freddie.
At the table a little later, not only Bert, but the other three Bobbsey twins proved that they had good appetites. It was a delightful meal.
The afternoon was spent in going about the farm, viewing the different buildings, fields, and peach orchards, and when night came four tired but happy children were ready for bed, where Baby Jenny had long since gone.
The next few days were happy ones. There seemed something new to do from the time the children were up in the morning until the sun went down at night. The twins were out of doors all day long, for after the big thunderstorm the weather was delightful.
“When are you going to pick peaches?” asked Bert of Mr. Watson at the dinner table one day.
“I think we’ll begin to-morrow, if it doesn’t rain,” was the answer. “I have advertised for help, and if the day is fair the pickers will be here by sunrise, I expect.”
This is what happened, and when the children awoke, some time after sunrise, however, they looked upon a busy scene. A number of men and women and some large boys and girls had arrived to help gather the peach crop.
“Oh, let’s go down and see them!” cried Nan.
As their mother and father were as interested as the twins, soon the whole Bobbsey family were in one of the orchards.