Nan whispered something to Bert who nodded.
"We've got more sandwiches here," Bert said to the blueberry boy. "Would you like one?"
"Would I like one?" asked the boy, who seemed to answer one question by asking another like it. "Say, you just give me a chance. I ain't had nothin' since breakfast, and there wasn't much of that."
With a bound he jumped through the bushes and stood in the little grassy glade where the Bobbsey twins were having a sort of picnic by themselves. They saw that Tom had on ragged clothes and no shoes. Indeed, he looked like a very poor boy, but his face, though it was stained with the blueberries he had eaten, was smiling and kind. The Bobbsey twins thought they would like him.
"Here—eat this," and Bert held out some sandwiches. Dinah had put in plenty, as she always did.
"And he can have some cake, too," said Freddie. "I don't want but two pieces, and I told Dinah to put in three for me."
"Oh, what a hungry boy!" laughed Nan.
"And the blueberry boy can have one of my pieces of cake," said Flossie. "Where did you get the blueberries?" she asked, looking into his basket.
"I didn't get many—that's the trouble," he said. "It's a little too early for them. But the earlier they are the better price you can sell 'em for. So I came over alone to-day."
"Where do you live?" asked Bert, as the boy was hungrily eating the sandwich.