"I guess so," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "If we take the depot wagon there will be room for you and Freddie."
So that was how it came about that our little friends became interested in the fresh-air camp. Nan and Mildred, Flossie and Freddie, with Aunt Sarah and Mrs. Bobbsey, visited the camp in the afternoon.
"What a queer place it is!" whispered Flossie, as they drove up to the tents on the mountain-side.
"Hush," said Nan; "they might hear you."
"Oh, these are war-camps!" exclaimed Freddie when he saw the white tents. "They're just like the war-pictures in my story book!"
The matron who had charge of the camp came up, and when Mrs. Bobbsey explained her business, the matron was pleased and glad to show them through the place.
"Oh, it was your boys who brought us all that money from the circus?" said the woman. "That's why we have all the extra children here—the circus money has paid for them, and they are to have two weeks on this beautiful mountain."
"I'm glad the boys were able to help," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "It really was quite a circus."
"It must have been, when they made so much money," the other answered.
"And we are going to help now," spoke up Nan. "We are starting a sewing school."