"I'm going to ride on a lion, I am!" stated Flossie.
"Good lan', chile! A lion!" exclaimed Dinah, raising her hands in surprise.
"Yep! A lion!"
"Oh, mah honey lamb! Don't yo' do no sich a thing!" cried Dinah. "A lion done eat yo' laigs off!"
"'Tisn't a real lion. I mean a wooden lion on a merry-go-round like we saw to-day," Flossie explained.
"Oh, a wooden lion!" and Dinah laughed. "Well, come in yeah, honey lambs, an' I'll feed yo'. Ah'll make beliebe yo' all is hungry lions, an' Ah'll feed yo'!"
And while Flossie and Freddie went into the house with Dinah, Bert and Nan hurried toward the garage, where they saw their father and mother talking with Sam Johnson.
"I's done suah I put dat lap robe in de auto," said Dinah's husband.
"I thought you did, Sam," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Yet when Mr. Bobbsey looked for it, to put around him, as he had no coat, the robe was gone."
"Are you sure it isn't in the garage, Sam?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.