Freddie often got in trouble, but like most good little boys he was always saved just at the right time, for they say good children have real angels watching over them. Nan, Bert, and Flossie all had plenty of exciting experiences too, as told in “The Bobbsey Twins,” for among other neighbors there was Danny Rugg, a boy who always tried to make trouble for Bert, and sometimes almost succeeded in getting Bert into “hot water,” as Dinah expressed it.
Of course Nan had her friends, as all big girls have, but Bert, her twin brother, was her dearest chum, just as Freddie was Flossie’s.
“When we get to the country we will plant trees, go fishing, and pick blackberries,” Nan said one day.
“Yes, and I’m going with Harry out exploring,” Bert announced.
“I’m just going to plant things,” prim little Flossie lisped. “I just love melons and ice cream and—”
“Ice cream! Can you really plant ice cream?” Freddie asked innocently, which made the others all laugh at Flossie’s funny plans.
“I’m going to have chickens,” Freddie told them. “I’m going to have one of those funny chicken coops that you shut up tight and when you open it it’s just full of little ‘kippies.’”
“Oh, an incubator, you mean,” Nan explained. “That’s a machine for raising chickens without any mother.”
“But mine are going to have a mother,” Freddie corrected, thinking how sad little chickens would be without a kind mamma like his own.
“But how can they have a mother where there isn’t any for them?” Flossie asked.
“I’ll get them one,” Freddie protested. “I’ll let Snoop be their mamma.”
“A cat! the idea! why, he would eat ’em all up,” Flossie argued.
“Not if I whipped him once for doing it,” the brother insisted. Then Nan and Bert began to tease him for whipping the kitten after the chickens had been “all eaten up.”
So the merry days went on until at last vacation came!
“Just one more night,” Nan told Flossie and Freddie when she prepared them for bed, to help her very busy mother. Bert assisted his father with the packing up, for the taking of a whole family to the country meant lots of clothes, besides some books and just a few toys. Then there was Bert’s tool box—he knew he would need that at Meadow Brook.
The morning came at last, a beautiful bright day, a rare one for traveling, for a fine shower the evening before had washed and cooled things off splendidly.
“Now come, children,” Mr. Bobbsey told the excited youngsters. “Keep track of your things. Sam will be ready in a few minutes, and then we must be off.”
Promptly Sam pulled up to the door with the family carriage, and all hurried to get in.
“Oh, Snoop, Snoop!” cried Freddie. “He’s in the library in the box! Dinah, get him quick, get him!” and Dinah ran back after the little kitten.
“Here you is, Freddie!” she gasped, out of breath from hurrying. “You don’t go and forget poor Snoopy!” and she climbed in beside Sam.
Then they started.
“Oh, my lan’ a-massy!” yelled Dinah presently in distress. “Sam Johnson, you jest turn dat hoss around quick,” and she jerked at the reins herself. “You heah, Sam? Quick, I tells you. Get back to dat house. I’se forgot to bring—to bring my lunch basket!”
“Oh, never mind, Dinah,” Mrs. Bobbsey interrupted. “We will have lunch on the train.”
“But I couldn’t leab dat nice lunch I got ready fo’ de chillen in between, missus,” the colored woman urged. “I’ll get it quick as a wink. Now, Sam, you rush in dar quick, and fetch dat red and white basket dat smells like chicken!”
So the good-natured maid had her way, much to the delight of Bert and Freddie, who liked nothing so well as one of Dinah’s homemade lunches.
The railroad station was reached without mishap, and while Mr. Bobbsey attended to getting the baskets checked at the little window in the big round office, the children sat about “exploring.” Freddie hung back a little when a locomotive steamed up. He clung to his mother’s skirt, yet wanted to see how the machine worked.
“That’s the fireman,” Bert told him, pointing to the man in the cab of the engine.
“Fireman!” Freddie repeated. “Not like our firemen. I wouldn’t be that kind,” He had always wanted to be a fireman who helps to put out fires.
“Oh, this is another kind,” his father explained, just then coming up in readiness for the start.
“I guess Snoop’s afraid,” Freddie whispered to his mother, while he peeped into the little box where Snoop was peacefully purring. Glad of the excuse to get a little further away, Freddie ran back to where Dinah sat on a long shiny bench.
“Say, chile,” she began, “you hear dat music ober dar? Well, a big fat lady jest jumped up and down on dat machine and it starts up and plays Swanee Ribber.”
“That’s a weighing machine,” Nan said with a laugh. “You just put a penny in it and it tells you how much you weigh besides playing a tune.”
“Lan’ o’ massy! does it? Wonder has I time to try it?”
“Yes, come on,” called Bert. “Father said we have plenty of time,” and at the word Dinah set out to get weighed. She looked a little scared, as if it might “go off” first, but when she heard the soft strain of an old melody coming out she almost wanted to dance.
“Now, ain’t dat fine!” she exclaimed. “Wouldn’t dat be splendid in de kitchen to weigh de flour, Freddie?”
But even the interesting sights in the railroad station had to be given up now, for the porter swung open a big gate and called: “All aboard for Meadow Brook!” and the Bobbseys hurried off.
CHAPTER III
Snoop on the Train
“I’m glad Dinah looks nice,” Flossie whispered to her mother, when she saw how beautiful the parlor car was. “And isn’t Freddie good?” the little girl remarked anxiously, as if fearing her brother might forget his best manners in such a grand place.
Freddie and Bert sat near their father on the big soft revolving chairs in the Pullman car, while Nan and Flossie occupied the sofa at the end near their mother. Dinah sat up straight and dignified, and, as Flossie said, really looked nice, in her very clean white waist and her soft black skirt. On her carefully parted hair she wore a neat little black turban. Bert always laughed at the number of “parts” Dinah made in her kinky hair, and declared that she ought to be a civil engineer, she could draw such splendid maps even on the back of her head.
The grandeur of the parlor car almost overcame Freddie, but he clung to Snoop in the pasteboard box and positively refused to let the kitten go into the baggage car. Dinah’s lunch basket was so neatly done up the porter carried it very carefully to her seat when she entered the train, although lunch baskets are not often taken in as “Pullman car baggage.”
“I’m going to let Snoop out!” whispered Freddie suddenly, and before anyone had a chance to stop him, the little black kitten jumped out of the box, and perched himself on the window sill to look out at the fine scenery.
“Oh!” exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, “the porter will put him off the train!” and she tried to catch the now happy little Snoop.
“No, he won’t,” Mr. Bobbsey assured her. “I will watch out for that.”
“Here, Snoop,” coaxed Nan, also alarmed. “Come, Snoop!”
But the kitten had been captive long enough to appreciate his liberty now, and so refused to be coaxed. Flossie came down between the velvet chairs very cautiously, but as soon as Snoop saw her arm stretch out for him, he just walked over the back of the highest seat and down into the lap of a sleeping lady!
“Oh, mercy me!” screamed the lady, as she awoke with Snoop’s tail whisking over her face. “Goodness, gracious! what is that?” and before she had fully recovered from the shock she actually jumped up on the chair, like the funny pictures of a woman and a mouse.
The people around could not help laughing, but Freddie and the other Bobbseys were frightened.
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�Oh, will they kill Snoop now?” Freddie almost cried. “Dinah, please help me get him!”
By this time the much scared lady had found out it was only a little kitten, and feeling very foolish she sat down and coaxed Snoop into her lap again. Mr. Bobbsey hurried to apologize.
“We’ll have to put him back in the box,” Mr. Bobbsey declared, but that was easier said than done, for no sooner would one of the Bobbseys approach the cat than Snoop would walk himself off. And not on the floor either, but up and down the velvet chairs, and in and out under the passengers’ arms. Strange to say, not one of the people minded it, but all petted Snoop until, as Bert said, “He owned the car.”
“Dat cat am de worst!” Dinah exclaimed. “’Pears like it was so stuck up an’ fine dar ain’t no place in dis ’yere Pullin’ car good ’nough fer him.”
“Oh, the porter! the porter!” Bert cried. “He’ll surely throw Snoop out of the window.”
“Snoop! Snoop!” the whole family called in chorus, but Snoop saw the porter himself and made up his mind the right thing to do under the circumstances would be to make friends.
“Cat?” exclaimed the good-looking colored man. “Scat! Well, I declare! What you think of that?”
Freddie felt as if he were going to die, he was so scared, and Flossie’s tears ran down her cheeks.
“Will he eat him?” Freddie blubbered, thinking of some stories he had heard like that. Mr. Bobbsey, too, was a little alarmed and hurried to reach Snoop.
The porter stooped to catch the offending kitten, while Snoop walked right up to him, sniffed his uniform, and stepped upon the outstretched black hand.
“Well, you is a nice little kitten,” the porter admitted, fondling Snoop in spite of orders.
“Oh, please, Mr. Porter, give me my cat!” cried Freddie, breaking away from all restraint and reaching Snoop.
“Yours, is it? Well, I don’t blame you, boy, for bringing dat cat along. An’ say,” and the porter leaned down to the frightened Freddie, “it’s against orders, but I’d jest like to take dis yer kitten back in de kitchen and treat him, for he’s—he’s a star!” and he fondled Snoop closer.
“But I didn’t know it was wrong, and I’ll put him right back in the box,” Freddie whimpered, not quite understanding the porter’s intention.
“Well, say, son!” the porter exclaimed as Mr. Bobbsey came up. “What do you say if you papa let you come back in de kitchen wid me? Den you can jest see how I treat de kitty-cat!”
So Freddie started off after the porter, who proudly carried Snoop, while Mr. Bobbsey brought up the rear. Everybody along the aisle wanted to pet Snoop, who, from being a little stowaway was now the hero of the occasion. More than once Freddie stumbled against the side of the big seats as the cars swung along like a reckless automobile, but each time his father caught him by the blouse and set him on his feet again, until at last, after passing through the big dining car, the kitchen was reached.
“What you got dar? Somethin’ fer soup?” laughed the good-natured cook, who was really fond of cats and wouldn’t harm one for the world.
Soon the situation was explained, and as the porters and others gathered around in admiration, Snoop drank soup like a gentleman, and then took two courses, one of fish and one of meat, in splendid traveler fashion.
“Dat’s de way to drink soup on a fast train,” laughed the porter. “You makes sure of it dat way, and saves your clothes. Ha! ha! ha!” he laughed, remembering how many men have to have their good clothes cleaned of soup after a dinner on a fast train. Reluctantly the men gave Snoop back to Freddie, who, this time, to make sure of no further adventures, put the popular black kitten in his box in spite of protests from the admiring passengers.
“You have missed so much of the beautiful scenery,” Nan told Freddie and her father when they joined the party again. “Just see those mountains over there,” and then they sat at the broad windows gazing for a long time at the grand scenery as it seemed to rush by.
CHAPTER IV
A Long Ride
The train was speeding along with that regular motion that puts many travelers to sleep, when Freddie curled himself on the sofa and went to sleep.
“Poor little chap!” Mr. Bobbsey remarked. “He is tired out, and he was so worried about Snoop!”
“I’m glad we were able to get this sofa, so many other people like a rest and there are only four sofas on each car,” Mrs. Bobbsey explained to Dinah, who was now tucking Freddie in as if he were at home in his own cozy bed. The air cushion was blown up, and put under the yellow head and a shawl was carefully placed over him.
Flossie’s pretty dimpled face was pressed close to the window pane, admiring the big world that seemed to be running away from the train, and Bert found the observation end of the train very interesting.
“What a beautiful grove of white birch trees!” Nan exclaimed, as the train swung into a ravine. “And see the soft ferns clinging about them. Mother, the ferns around the birch tree make me think of the fine lace about your throat!”
“Why, daughter, you seem to be quite poetical!” and the mother smiled, for indeed Nan had a very promising mind.
“What time will we get there, papa?” Bert asked, returning from the vestibule.
“In time for dinner Aunt Sarah said, that is if they keep dinner for us until one o’clock,” answered the parent, as he consulted his watch.
“It seems as if we had been on the train all night,” Flossie remarked.
“Well, we started early, dear,” the mother assured the tired little girl. “Perhaps you would like one of Dinah’s dainty sandwiches now?”
A light lunch was quickly decided on, and Dinah took Flossie and Nan to a little private room at one end of the train, Bert went with his father to the smoking room on the other end, while the mother remained to watch Freddie. The lunch was put up so that each small sandwich could be eaten without a crumb spilling, as the little squares were each wrapped separately in waxed paper.
There was an odd alcohol lamp in the ladies room, and other handy contrivances for travelers, which amused Flossie and Nan.
“Dat’s to heat milk fo’ babies,” Dinah told the girls, as she put the paper napkins carefully on their laps, and got each a nice drink of icewater out of the cooler.
Meanwhile Bert was enjoying his lunch at the other end of the car, for children always get hungry when traveling, and meals on the train are only served at certain hours. Two other little girls came into the compartment while Flossie and Nan were at lunch. The strange girls wore gingham aprons over their fine white dresses, to keep the car dust off their clothes, and they had paper caps on their heads like the favors worn at children’s parties. Seeing there was no stool vacant the strangers darted out again in rather a rude way, Nan thought.
“Take you time, honeys,” Dinah told her charges. “If dey is very hungry dey can get ice cream outside.”
“But mother never lets us eat strange ice cream,” Flossie reminded the maid. “And maybe they can’t either.”
Soon the lunch was finished, and the Bobbseys felt much refreshed by it. Freddie still slept with Snoop’s box close beside him, and Mrs. Bobbsey was reading a magazine.
“One hour more!” Bert announced, beginning to pick things up even that early.
“Now we better all close our eyes and rest, so that we will feel good when we get to Meadow Brook,” Mrs. Bobbsey told them. It was no task to obey this suggestion, and the next thing the children knew, mother and father and Dinah were waking them up to get them ready to leave the train.
“Now, don’t forget anything,” Mr. Bobbsey cautioned the party, as hats and wraps were donned and parcels picked up.
Freddie was still very sleepy and his papa had to carry him off, while the others, with some excitement, hurried after.
“Oh, Snoop, Snoop!” cried Freddie as, having reached the platform, they now saw the train start off. “I forgot Snoop! Get him quick!”
“Dat kitten again!” Dinah exclaime
d, with some indignation. “He’s more trouble den—den de whole family!”
In an instant the train had gotten up speed, and it seemed Snoop was gone this time sure.
“Snoop!” cried Freddie, in dismay.
Just then the kind porter who had befriended the cat before, appeared on the platform with the perforated box in his hand.
“I wanted to keep him,” stammered the porter, “but I knows de little boy ’ud break his heart after him.” And he threw the box to Mr. Bobbsey.
There was no time for words, but Mr. Bobbsey thrust a coin in the man’s hand and all the members of the Bobbsey family looked their thanks.
“Well, I declare, you can’t see anybody,” called out a good-natured little lady, trying to surround them all at once.
“Aunt Sarah!” exclaimed the Bobbseys.
“And Uncle Dan!”
“And Harry!”
“Hello! How do? How are you? How be you?” and such kissing and handshaking had not for some time entertained the old agent at the Meadow Brook station.
“Here at last!” Uncle Daniel declared, grabbing up Freddie and giving him the kind of hug Freddie had intended giving Aunt Sarah.
The big wagon from the Bobbsey farm, with the seats running along each side, stood at the other side of the platform, and into this the Bobbseys were gathered, bag and baggage, not forgetting the little black cat.
“All aboard for Meadow Brook farm!” called Bert, as the wagon started off along the shady country road.
CHAPTER V
Meadow Brook
“Oh, how cool the trees are out here!” Flossie exclaimed, as the wagon rumbled along so close to the low trees that Bert could reach out and pick horse-chestnut blossoms.
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