While Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey walked over to where Mr. Bobbsey had left the runabout auto in which he and his wife had come to the picnic grounds, Bert, Nan, and the other children took their places in the big truck.
"Merrily we roll along—roll along—roll along!"
Some one started that song as the trucks rumbled out of the picnic grove. On account of the broken bridge a different road home had to be taken; a longer one. Having a lighter car than the trucks, Mr. Bobbsey and his wife could go faster than the loads of merry-makers, and the twins waved good-by to their parents, who were soon lost to sight.
"I guess they'll get home first," said Nan to Bert.
"I guess so—I Bob Guess so!" he added, making a joke on the name of the strange lad who had worked the steam organ of the merry-go-round.
"I feel sorry for that boy," said Nan. "Mr. Blipper was so cross and mean to him."
"Yes, he was cross," agreed Bert. "I hope daddy finds his coat," he added. "It's funny to have a coat stolen at a Sunday school picnic."
"Maybe somebody took it by mistake," suggested his sister.
"I don't believe they would, and leave an old ragged coat in place of a good one," Bert remarked.
"Maybe not," said Nan.