"Look out, Mother! You'll get tangled up, too. See! the net is caught on Flossie's shoes and around her legs and arms. She must have fallen right into it."
"She did," said Freddie. "We were walking along, picking berries, and all of a sudden Flossie was tangled in the net. I tried to get her out, but I got tangled, too, only I took my knife and cut some of the cords."
"And that's what we've got to do," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "The net is so entangled around Flossie that we'll never get her out otherwise. Have you a knife, Bert?"
"Yes, Mother. Stand still, Flossie!" he called to his little sister. "The more you move the worse you get tangled."
With his mother's help Bert soon cut away enough of the meshes of the queer net so that Flossie could get loose. She was not hurt—not even scratched—but she was frightened and she had been crying.
"There you are!" cried Mother Bobbsey, hugging her little girl in her arms. "Not a bit hurt, my little fat fairy! But how in the world did you get in the net, and what is it doing up on top of this hill in the midst of a blueberry patch?"
"I—I just stumbled into it," said Flossie, "same as Freddie got stuck in the mud, only I didn't wade in the water."
"No, there isn't any water around here," returned Nan. "I can't see what a net is doing here. I thought they only used them to catch fish."
"Maybe they put it up here to dry, as the fishermen at the seashore dry their nets," said Mrs. Bobbsey.
"No," announced Tom, who had been looking at the net, "this ain't for fishes."