AUNT SALLIE PRY
Mr. Bobbsey got out some railroad time-tables and began looking at them, trying to decide how early he and his wife must leave the next day to get to Uncle Rossiter’s home, which was several hundred miles away.
“Is Uncle Rossiter very sick?” asked Bert of his mother, who was again reading the telegram that had arrived.
“I’m afraid he is,” was the answer. “Poor old man! He is all alone in the world. Your father and I are the only relations he has left, so that’s why he wants to see us.”
“I do wish we could go with you,” sighed Bert.
“You wouldn’t want to quit school, would you?” asked his father, looking up from the time-tables.
“School isn’t so nice when a lot of fellows in it think you broke a window,” grumbled Bert.
“Nonsense!” laughed Mr. Bobbsey. “You know you didn’t do it. We know you didn’t do it, and so do your friends. The others don’t matter. And in time it will be found out who really smashed the glass.”
“But if you and mother are going away and leave us here all alone, it won’t be any fun,” said Bert.
“Oh, I think it will!” cried Nan. “We can keep house by ourselves. I love to cook and wash the dishes.”