“Here comes Bert!” cried Flossie, and she darted off to meet her older brother. Bert was Nan’s twin and these two were a few years older than the smaller Bobbsey twins.
“Maybe Bert will want to play ball,” suggested Freddie, as he caught the rubber sphere for the fifth time, making a perfect score for him.
“We’ll see,” replied Nan.
But when Bert came whistling around the corner of the house, Flossie holding him by one hand, he seemed to have something else in mind than playing toss-ball with his smaller brother and sister.
“You can’t guess what I know!” he called, swinging Flossie around in a circle by her two hands, her feet flying off the ground.
“Have you got candy?” the little girl demanded, when Bert had set her down.
“Candy? No!” he laughed. “But there’s a new horse in our garage.”
“A horse in our garage!” cried Nan. “Do you mean a runaway?”
“No, he isn’t running away—he’s just standing there,” Bert answered, with a grin.
“How did a horse get in our garage?” asked Flossie.