"And the bugs that go around and around will catch all the mosquitoes that fly up and down, up and down, and bite us!" laughed Mrs. Bobbsey. "Yes, we certainly shall have to take the 'go around' bugs to camp with us, children."
"Do you really think we can go camping?" asked Bert of his father.
"Well, I don't know. We'll see."
The Bobbsey twins, both sets of them, did indeed have many more good times in New York. I wish I had room to tell you about them, but I have not space. They went to see many sights, paid another visit to Central Park and Bronx Park and saw many nice plays and moving picture shows.
Mr. and Mrs. Whipple and Laddie often went with the Bobbseys on little excursions about the great city. Laddie and the children became better friends than before, and Mrs. Whipple said her little nephew had never had such good times in all his life.
"He missed his mother greatly before your children came to this hotel," said Mrs. Whipple to Mrs. Bobbsey.
"When is Mrs. Dickerson coming back from California?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"When it is warm here. She can not stand cold weather. But she did not go out to California altogether on account of the climate."
"Didn't she?"
"No. You have heard my husband speak of a long-lost brother—also a brother of Mrs. Dickerson's, who was a Whipple before her marriage."