“I wish we could live here always,” said Freddie. “I’d never have to go to the store for any fruit.”
“But if we stayed here we couldn’t have Snap or Snoop or Dinah or Sam, or anybody like that from Lakeport,” put in Flossie.
“Couldn’t we, Mother?” asked the little boy.
“Course we couldn’t!” insisted Flossie.
“Well, I guess it would be hard to bring from Lakeport all the friends and all the things you like there,” said Mrs. Bobbsey.
“Well, then we’ll go back home after we find Jack,” decided Freddie.
Breakfast over, the search for the missing boy was begun once more, Mrs. Bobbsey and the smaller twins going along.
In some places, however, the way was rough and steep, and once on top of a little hill, Freddie suddenly cried:
“Look out! I’m coming!”
And come he did, but in a queer way. For he slipped and fell, and rolled to the bottom, bringing up with a bump against a stump.