"We are going over to see Mrs. Manily today, Sandy," she said. "Won't you be awfully glad to see your own dear Mamma Manily again?"
"Yep," he faltered, getting a better hold on Freddie's hand, "but I want to come back here," he finished.
Poor darling! So many changes of home in his life had made him fear another.
"Oh, I am sure you will come to see us again," Mrs. Bobbsey declared. "Maybe you can come to Lakeport when we go home in the fall."
"No, I'm comin' back here," he insisted, "to see Freddie, and auntie, and uncle, and all of them."
"Well, we must get ready now," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "John has gone to bring the wagon."
Freddie insisted upon going to the camp with Sandy, "to make sure he would come down again," he said.
It was only the happiness of seeing Mamma Manily once more that kept Sandy from crying when they told him he was to go on a great big fast train to see his own papa.
"You see," Mrs. Manily explained to Mrs. Bobbsey, "a wealthy aunt of Edward's expects to adopt him, so we will have to give him up, I am afraid."
"I hope you can keep track of him," answered Mrs. Bobbsey, "for we are all so attached to him. I think we would have applied to the Aid Society to let him share our home if the other claim had not come first and taken him from us."