"Say!" cried the merry-go-round owner, "maybe you think I know something about your coat."
"Maybe you do," answered Mr. Bobbsey, easily.
"And the lap robe!" whispered Bert.
"Hush, Bert!" warned his mother. "Leave this to Daddy!"
"Well, I don't know anything about your coat or a lap robe, either!" declared Mr. Blipper. "All I know is that Bob ran away from me, and now I'm going to run him back!"
There seemed no help for it. Mr. Bobbsey sadly shook his head when the twins and his wife pleaded with him to do something to save Bob.
"Those papers show the boy is adopted," he said. "I can do nothing. But we'll keep our eyes on him. We are going to the fair, and if Bob is not kindly treated I'll complain to the Children's Aid Society."
"You don't need to worry!" gruffly said Mr. Blipper. "I'll treat him as well as he deserves."
"Am I to keep these clothes?" asked Bob, as Mr. Blipper led him away.
"Of course," said Mr. Bobbsey. "I bought them for you."