“Let’s all holler!” suddenly said Freddie. “Let’s all holler as loud as we can!”
“What for?” asked Cousin Jasper, smiling at the little boy. “Why do you want to halloo, Freddie?”
“So maybe Jack can hear us, and he’ll know we’re here. Whenever me or Flossie gets lost we always holler; don’t we?” he asked his little sister.
“Yes,” she answered.
“And when Bert or Nan, or our father or mother is looking for us, even if we don’t know we’re lost, they always holler; don’t you, Bert?”
“Yes, and sometimes I have to ‘holler’ a lot before you answer,” said Nan’s brother.
“Well, perhaps it would be a good thing to call now,” agreed Mr. Bobbsey. “Shall we, Cousin Jasper?”
“Yes,” he answered. So the men, with the children to help them, began to shout.
“Jack! Jack! Where are you, Jack?”
The woods and the orange trees echoed the sound, but that was all.