"You can't tell," said Aunt Sarah, so cheerfully that the others took heart. Back they hurried to the field where the big shocks of dried cornstalks stood. The two Mr. Bobbseys also went along to help in the search.
"Now show us where you and Flossie were playing at shell the corn," said the mother of the twins.
"Right here," Freddie stated, and he pointed to some of the yellow kernels on the ground.
The father of the Bobbsey twins stooped down and looked at the soft earth. He soon found what he was looking for—the tiny footprints of his little girl.
"She went over this way," he said. "Come on, we'll pretend we are hunters on the trail. We'll soon find Flossie."
"Oh, this is fun!" laughed Freddie. But it was not exactly fun for the others. Even Nan and Bert were worried.
The footprints of Flossie wandered off among the shocks of corn, and in a few moments they stopped at a place where two or three shocks had been piled together, making a large heap.
And then, before any one could say a word, from behind this pile of cornstalks a sleepy voice called, asking:
"Where are you, Freddie?"
"There she is! That's Flossie!" cried Bert.