"Dat's 'cause I lubs yo', honey lamb!" went on the dear old colored woman.
Back to Meadow Brook in the cool of the evening came the Bobbseys and their friends. Tom and Mabel declared they had never had such a good time, and as for Freddie and Flossie they were too busy playing with their toy balloons to say much. But you may be sure they had enjoyed themselves, and Freddie forgot all about being lost.
On their way home the Bobbseys had met Mr. Weston with his moving picture camera. He said he had made several fine views of the circus.
"What about our pictures?" asked Nan. "The ones you took of us children near the school?"
"They will soon be finished," said Mr. Weston. "And when they are ready to be shown, I shall send your father word, so he may bring you, and let you look at yourselves on the white screen in our moving picture theatre. Won't you like that?"
"That will be great!" cried Bert. "I never saw myself in moving pictures."
"Nor I," said Nan.
Back in the pleasant farmhouse that evening all the happenings of the day were gone over again, until Mrs. Bobbsey, noticing that Flossie and Freddie were nodding their heads, and blinking their eyes real often, said:
"Come now, little tots, time you were in bed. To-morrow is another day."
"I'm going to take my balloon to bed with me," said Freddie.