"Gypsies don't do that," protested Bert. "It's the people in circuses that ride standing up."
"Gypsies do too," declared Freddie, not knowing a thing about it but feeling he must back up anything Flossie said.
"No, they don't, either."
"Well, maybe they have gypsies in a circus. They have Indians, you know."
"I don't believe they do," put in Nan. "Gypsies wouldn't like to be in a tent and work every afternoon and every evening. They want to live in their wagons and be more out of doors."
"Well, maybe we'll be gypsies and maybe we'll be in a circus," said Freddie. "We'll see, won't we, Flossie?"
"Yep."
By this time the Bobbsey twins had reached their house, or rather, they had turned the corner of the street leading out from the lake, and were in sight of their home. What they saw caused Bert, Nan, Flossie and Freddie to set out on a run. In front of their house was a crowd of people. There were men, women and children, and among them the twins could see their mother, fat Dinah, the cook, and Sam Johnson, her husband, who attended to the Bobbsey furnace in winter and the lawn in summer.
"What's the matter?" asked Nan.
"Something has happened!" cried Bert.