"There isn't going to be any next time," laughed Mother Bobbsey, as she ran to pick Freddie up. "He didn't do that on purpose, little girl."
"Oh, I thought he did. Anyhow, it was funny!" and she laughed again.
"Yes, it was funny," agreed Bert. "And here comes a man after the pumpkin, I guess."
"Be careful that he doesn't take you and put you on exhibition in the tent," said Nan to her little brother.
"Will he, Mother?" asked Flossie.
"No, of course not. Nan is only joking."
"The pumpkin isn't hurt any," said Harry, helping the man lift it up on his shoulder.
"I'm glad of it," the man said. "It has won the prize, and the farmer who owns it wouldn't like it if it should be broken."
"Let's go over to the merry-go-round," suggested Freddie, who did not like so many people looking at him, for quite a crowd had gathered when word of the funny pumpkin race spread. "I want a ride on the merry-go-round."
"So do I," added Flossie.