The picnic party was rather more quiet on the journey home than it had been on the way to Pine Grove. The reason was that the children were tired, and some of them sleepy. They sang for a while after leaving the grove, Bert and Nan starting many melodies in which the others joined.
But finally the songs died away, and about the only noise that was heard was the rumble of the big trucks.
"Do we have to cross any bridges?" asked Mrs. Morris, of the driver of the auto in which she rode with the Bobbsey twins.
"One bridge—yes, lady," was the answer.
"Dear me! I hope it doesn't break down as the white one did to-day," exclaimed the nervous little lady.
"No danger. It's a big iron one," said the driver.
"I'm glad of that," went on Mrs. Morris. "I'm always worried when I cross a bridge."
But there were no more accidents. The trucks took a little longer returning to Lakeport than they had making the trip earlier in the day, for they had to go a roundabout way. But finally the outskirts of the town were reached, and the children began getting off as they neared their homes.
"Good-by! Good-by!" they called one to another.
Finally the home of the Bobbsey twins came in sight in the early summer evening.