"I want to fish!" begged Freddie, hearing this magic word.
"No, you and Flossie come with me," directed Nan, knowing that the two boys would not have much fun if they had to watch the small children and keep them from tumbling into the pond.
"Don't want to come with you!" pouted Flossie. "We wants to go fishing!"
"How would you and Freddie like to go after eggs?" asked Nan, as she saw her brother and Harry making signals to her for her to do her best to keep Flossie and Freddie from following. "Wouldn't you like to gather eggs?"
"Where do you get the eggs?" asked Freddie, who had forgotten.
"In the barn. We'll take the eggs out of the nests, and you and Flossie can carry the eggs in a little basket to Aunt Bobbsey."
"Oh, yes!" cried Flossie. "I want to do that!"
"So do I!" added Freddie. Anything Flossie wanted to do he generally did also.
"All right," said Nan, waving to Bert and Harry to hurry away before the small twins changed their minds. "Come with me, and after I help mother unpack the trunk we'll go and get the eggs."
As it happened, however, Mrs. Bobbsey did not need Nan's help. Aunt Sarah said she would aid in getting the things out of the trunks, so Nan was allowed to go with Flossie and Freddie to the barn to gather eggs.