“Look here, Bert Bobbsey, there’s something queer about this! What kind of a horse is it?”
Before Bert could answer Freddie asked:
“Has the horse four legs?”
“Yes, indeed, it has four legs! I’m sure of that for I just counted them!” and Bert seemed so very positive on this point that Nan didn’t know what to think.
“Come on and I’ll show you the horse if you don’t believe me,” offered Bert, moving off toward the garage.
All thoughts of keeping on with the ball game were now forgotten by Flossie and Freddie. They were eager to see the strange horse in their father’s garage. Nan could not imagine how the animal could have been put there.
“But maybe one of the store wagons broke and they had to leave the horse in our garage until they get the wagon fixed,” she thought to herself.
Into the garage ran the Bobbsey twins, Flossie and Freddie merrily laughing, Bert with a queer look on his face, and Nan ready for almost anything.
“Where’s the horse?” demanded Freddie, entering first and looking around.
“I don’t see any horse,” added Flossie, who had closely followed her small brother.