"Freddie, are you talking in your sleep?" asked his mother, who had not slept very soundly.
"No, I'm not asleep," Freddie answered. "But something bumped me. It's outside the tent."
"Maybe it's Whisker feeling of you with his horns," said Flossie, who slept near her brother, and who had been awakened when he called out so loudly.
"It—it didn't feel like Whisker. It was softer than his horns," Freddie said. "Momsie, I want to come into your bed."
"No, Freddie, you must stay where you are. I guess it was only the wind blowing on you."
"No, it wasn't!" said Freddie. "It was a bump that hit me. I'm afraid over here!"
CHAPTER X
THE "GO-AROUND" BUGS
Without waiting for his mother to tell him that he might, Freddie slipped off his cot and went scurrying over the board floor of the tent toward Mrs. Bobbsey's bed.