"I'm sorry to have destroyed the property of any one else," said Mrs. Bobbsey, "but we had to get Flossie loose. And I don't believe those gypsies have any right to spread a net for birds."
"My mother says they haven't," replied Tom. "It's agin the law."
"Let's take the net away," suggested Bert.
"No, we haven't any right to do that," said his mother, "but we can tell the man who has to enforce the laws against hunting birds. I'll speak to your father about it. Are you all right now, Flossie?"
"Yes, Momsie. But it scared me when I was in the net."
"I should think so!" exclaimed Nan, petting her sister. "Did you just stumble into it?"
"Yep. I was walkin' along, and I saw a bush with a lovely lot of blueberries on it. I ran to it and then my foot tripped on a stone and I fell into the net. First I didn't know what it was, and when I tried to get up I was all tangled. Then I hollered."
"And I helped her holler," said Freddie.
"Indeed, you did, dear. You were a good little boy to stay by Flossie. But you're both all right now, and next time you come berrying stay closer by mother."
"You've got lots of berries," said Flossie, looking at Bert's basket.