“No, but another colored lady, and she’s got an awful big basket on her head. Come and look, Flossie! Maybe it’ll fall off!”
But nothing like that happened, and after breakfast Mr. Bobbsey suggested that the whole family set out to see some of the sights of St. Augustine—the oldest city of the United States—and also to go to the wharf and view the motor boat.
“Can’t we send some postcards before we start, Mother?” questioned Nan eagerly.
“Certainly,” returned Mrs. Bobbsey.
“I think I’ll send a few to my friends,” said Bert, and he and Nan spent some time picking out the postcards.
Even Flossie insisted upon it that she be allowed to send several to her best friends at home.
I wish I had room to tell you all the things the children saw—the queer old streets and houses, the forts and rivers, for there are two rivers near the old city. But the Bobbsey twins were as anxious as I know you must be to see the motor boat, and hear more about the trip to the island to save the lonely boy, so I will go on to that part of our story.
[CHAPTER XII—THE DEEP BLUE SEA]
“Glad to see you! Glad to see you! Come right on board!” cried a hearty voice, as the Bobbsey twins and their father and mother walked down the long dock which ran out into the harbor of St. Augustine.
“That’s Captain Crane, with whom I was talking last night,” said Mr. Bobbsey to his wife in a low voice.