The Bobbsey Twins Megapack

by Laura Lee Hope

  “Oh! Oh!” he exclaimed when he saw what he had done. He looked anxiously at his mother.

  “Dat’s all right, little man,” said the colored waiter with a smile that showed all his white teeth. “Got t’ put a clean cloth on anyhow, an’ watah doesn’t matter.”

  Freddie felt better then.

  The afternoon passed slowly enough. Mr. Bobbsey and Bert went to the baggage car once more, to see about Snap, but they found he was all right, having made friends with one of the men who looked after the travelers’ trunks.

  Nan read a story book which her mother bought from the train boy, and Flossie and Freddie did what Dinah was doing—took a little nap.

  The train was due to arrive at Meadow Brook about five o’clock, and Mr. Bobbsey’s brother, Uncle Daniel, was to meet the family at the station.

  “Ours is the next stop,” said the twins’ papa, after a while. “Get your things together now.”

  “Oh, I had a fine sleep!” cried Freddie, stretching his chubby little arms.

  “So did I,” added Flossie. “I wonder if Snoop slept any?”

  “I guess that’s all he has been doing since we started,” Mrs. Bobbsey answered. “He’s all curled up into a black ball.”

  Flossie and Freddie looked at their pet, and Snoop stretched, and opened his mouth very wide, sticking out his red tongue.

  “My! What a lot of teeth Snoop has!” cried Flossie.

  “Did we bring his tooth brush?” asked Freddie.

  “Cats don’t have tooth brushes!” said Flossie.

  “Their tongue is their tooth brush,” explained Mrs. Bobbsey. “Did you ever feel how rough a cat’s tongue is?”

  “I never did!” said Flossie. “I’m going to feel now,” and she knelt down on the carpeted floor of the car, and tried to get Snoop to put his red tongue out between the bars of the box.

  “Oh, we haven’t time for that now,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “Get ready to leave the train, Flossie.”

  Bundles and valises were gotten together, and, a little later, with a screeching of the brakes on the wheels, the train pulled slowly into the Meadow Brook station.

  “I see Uncle Daniel!” cried Nan, looking from a window.

  “Yes, and there’s Harry!” cried Bert, as he spied his country cousin. “Oh, how glad I am!”

  “Well, well! How are you all!” laughed Uncle Daniel as he hugged and kissed the two sets of twins. “My, but I’m glad to see you all!” he cried. “Welcome to Meadow Brook!”

  “And we’re glad to be here!” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “How is Aunt Sarah?”

  “Just as fine as can be!” said her husband. “Now I have the same big wagon I had when you were here before. There’s room for everybody in it, and all your baggage, too. Where’s Dinah? You didn’t leave her home, I hope!”

  “No, indeedy! I’se heah!” exclaimed the fat, colored cook, who was carrying many bundles.

  “Oh, we must get Snap out of the baggage car, before the train carries him away,” said Mr. Bobbsey, and he hurried to do that, while his brother, Uncle Daniel, helped the boys and girls and Mrs. Bobbsey into the big wagon from the Bobbsey farm. The wagon had seats running along the side and was very comfortable to ride in.

  Mr. Bobbsey soon came back with Snap, who was bouncing about, barking and wagging his tail, so glad was he to be among his friends again.

  “Well, are you all ready to start?” asked Uncle Daniel, as I shall call him, to distinguish him from Mr. Bobbsey, who was the farmer’s brother.

  “All ready, I think,” answered Mrs. Bobbsey. And off they started for Meadow Brook farm, the horses prancing through the village streets.

  “We’ll have a lot of fun,” said Harry to Bert, the two boys sitting next each other. “Maybe not as much fun as we had on your houseboat, Bert, but some, anyhow.”

  “I’m sure we shall,” Bert said. “I like a farm just as much as I do a houseboat,” he added politely.

  “Have you got any little calves, Uncle Daniel?” asked Freddie.

  “Yes,” answered the farmer.

  “And are there any little lambs?” Flossie wanted to know.

  “Yes, but there’s an old ram, too, and you want to look out that he doesn’t chase you, and knock you down,” Mr. Bobbsey’s brother went on.

  “Oh, is the ram dangerous?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey, quickly.

  “Oh, no!” her brother-in-law informed her. “His horns are so curved that he can’t use the sharp points, but he just does love to come up behind and butt you down. He did it to me the other day. But I keep the ram in a pasture by himself.”

  The wagon rolled along the shady road, under the green trees, which made a grateful shade, for it was hot even though it was late in the afternoon.

  “Oh, there is Tom Mason!” cried Bert, as he saw a country boy he had met when on a visit to Meadow Brook some time before. He waved his hand to Tom who was in his front yard, his house not being far from Mr. Bobbsey’s.

  “And there’s Mabel Herold!” added Nan, as she saw a country girl she knew. “My, how she has grown!” Nan went on. “She didn’t use to be up to my shoulder, and now she is taller than I am.”

  “Oh, the country is a great place for growing,” Uncle Daniel said, with a chuckle.

  “Mabel and Tom have been counting on your coming,” said Harry. “I told them we expected you. We’ll have some fine times together!”

  “I’m sure of it,” agreed Bert.

  “Here we are!” called Uncle Daniel a little later, as the horses turned up a driveway in front of the Bobbsey country home. Lines of boxwood hedge grew along the graveled drive, and back of this hedge were beds of beautiful flowers, the perfume of which could be smelled this warm, August day.

  “Oh, how lovely it is here,” sighed Nan, turning around from having waved a welcome to Mabel Herold.

  “Yes, I always like to come to Meadow Brook,” said Mrs. Bobbsey.

  “Whoa!” called Uncle Daniel.

  The door of the house opened, and in it stood Aunt Sarah, and behind her Martha, the smiling servant.

  “Oh, how glad I am to see you!” cried Aunt Sarah, as the children piled down from the wagon to hug and kiss her. “Now get your things off, and we’ll have supper,” she went on.

  “I’m hungry!” announced Freddie.

  “So am I!” added Flossie. “There was so much to look at in that eating car, I didn’t eat half enough.

  “Well, we have plenty here, my dear,” said her aunt.

  “We must let Snoop out. I guess he’s hungry, too,” said Freddie, who never forgot the black cat. Snap, the dog, had raced along beside the wagon, and was now cooling his thirst at the spring near the side door.

  The Bobbsey visitors were out on the shady porch, having laid aside their traveling wraps, and Uncle Daniel was coming down from the barn, having put away the horses, when a man rushed up the gravel drive, crying:

  “Oh, Mr. Bobbsey! Mr. Bobbsey! He’s out! He’s loose!”

  “Who’s out? Who’s loose?” the twins’ uncle wanted to know.

  “That old big ram! He’s loose, and he’s coming this way!” was the answer.

  CHAPTER VII

  The Picnic

  The man who had brought the news about the runaway ram, stood on the gravel drive near the porch, breathing hard, for he had run very fast to give the warning. He caught his breath, and then said again:

  “The old ram is loose! He butted down the fence and got out. He’s headed this way. What’ll we do?”

  “Children! Into the house with you—quick!” cried Mrs. Bobbsey.

  “Oh! Oh!” cried Flossie. “Let me hide! Let me hide!”

  “Pooh! I’m not afraid of a ram!” declared Freddie. “If I had my fire engine unpacked, I’d squirt water on him!”

  “Better not try that, little fat fireman,” said his father with a laugh. “Into the house with you, son. Your mother will look after you.”

  Nan had already started from the porch, leading Flossie, who kept loo
king back over her shoulder. From behind the hedge came a cry that sounded like:

  “Baa! Baa! Baa!”

  “There he comes!” exclaimed Nan. “Come on in, Bert and Harry,” she begged the two boy cousins, who were peering eagerly down the road.

  “I’m going to watch ’em catch him,” said Bert.

  “Better not let him see you,” advised Harry, the country cousin. “That old ram is a hard hitter.”

  “Is there really any danger?” asked Mr. Bobbsey of his farmer-brother.

  “Well, the old ram is pretty rough, I must say,” answered Uncle Daniel, “and most of the men on the farm are afraid of him.”

  “He’s coming right this way, I tell you!” exclaimed the hired man who had brought the news.

  “Why should he head this way?” asked Mr. Bobbsey.

  “Come along and I’ll tell you,” his brother promised. “You children had better go into the house,” he advised. “Yes, you too, Bert and Harry,” he went on, as he saw his own son and Bert following him and Mr. Bobbsey. “No telling what notions old Upsetter will take.”

  “Is his name Upsetter?” asked Bert.

  “It is,” replied his uncle. “I call him that because he upsets so many things. He used to be a pet when he was little,” he continued, “and that’s what makes him come to the house now, whenever he gets loose. My wife got in the habit of feeding him salt, which all sheep like very much. I guess he must remember that. But Aunt Sarah wouldn’t dare salt him now. Go back into the house, boys, and we men folks will look after the ram.”

  The sounds were nearer now:

  “Baa! Baa! Baa!”

  “Oh, he’s coming!” cried Flossie, who stood with her nose pressed flat against a window near the porch.

  “Had we better go in?” asked Bert of Harry.

  “We really had,” answered his cousin.

  Uncle Daniel, Mr. Bobbsey and the hired man found some heavy sticks with which to scare the ram if he came too close. The big sheep was not yet in sight, though he could be heard bleating.

  “Up this way,” directed Uncle Daniel. “We can head him off and drive him into the barnyard, perhaps. Then I can shut him up until I have the fence mended that he knocked down.”

  “Why not get some salt for him?” suggested Mr. Bobbsey. “If he gets some to eat it may make him gentle, and then you could slip a rope around him and tie him up.”

  “That’s a good idea!” cried the farmer. “Sam, please go to the house and get some salt,” he directed.

  Before the hired man returned, the ram had run into the driveway leading to the barn. Just as Uncle Daniel had said, the ram was headed for the house, which he must have remembered as a pleasant place ever since the days when he was a baby lamb. But now the ram was big and strong, and not very good-natured.

  He stood for a moment, looking at Uncle Daniel, Mr. Bobbsey and the hired man. Then, pawing the ground with his fore feet, and lowering and shaking his head with its big horns, the ram started forward again.

  “Oh, he’s going to butt papa!” cried Flossie, who could see, from the window, what was going on.

  “Papa will get out of the way, dear,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “Don’t worry.”

  On came the ram, and then Uncle Daniel, taking the salt from the hired man, scattered some of it on the ground in front of the big sheep.

  “That will stop him, I think,” said the farmer. And indeed it did. Sheep, and all cattle, are very fond of licking up salt from the ground, and they will go a long way to find it. It keeps cattle healthy. The old ram, as soon as he smelled the salt, began licking it up with his tongue.

  He paid no more attention to the men standing in front of him, though if the salt had not been there he probably would have run at them, and knocked them down with his big curved horns.

  “Now’s our chance!” whispered Mr. Bobbsey, as if the ram could understand what was said. “Get a rope and we can tie him up.”

  “I’ll get one,” offered the hired man, and when he came back with the clothes line Uncle Daniel made a loop in one end, such as the cowboys on the Western plains make when they lasso cattle.

  And while the ram was busy licking up the salt, Uncle Daniel tossed the noose of the rope around the sheep’s head, and, in another second, he and Mr. Bobbsey pulled it tight.

  “Oh, they’ve caught him! They’ve caught him!” cried Nan, who stood near Flossie at the window.

  “Come on out and look at him!” said Bert.

  “No, no!” objected his mother, as the two boy cousins started from the room.

  “Oh, I guess there’s no danger now, if they have a rope on him,” said Aunt Sarah.

  “I’ll go ’long with you,” offered Freddie, “and I’d squirt water on that ram from my fire engine—if I had it unpacked.”

  “You stay right here with me,” advised his mother, putting her arms around him.

  Bert and Harry went out to look at the captured ram. The animal was not ugly now. Perhaps the salt made him good-natured. And he was soon led away, and tied up in a stable until his pasture fence could be mended.

  “My! What a lot of excitement!” exclaimed Nan, when it was all over. “Nothing like this happened when we were on the houseboat.”

  “You forget the make-believe ghost,” said Harry, with a laugh, for he had helped solve that mystery.

  “Oh, that’s so,” agreed Nan. “That was exciting for a while.”

  The Bobbsey twins, as well as their father and mother, to say nothing of Dinah, were so tired from their long railroad journey that they went to bed early that night. The sun was shining brightly when they awakened next morning. Harry and Bert slept in the same room, and when the country boy arose from bed he went to the window to look out.

  “Oh, dear! The sun’s shining!” he exclaimed.

  “Well, isn’t that a good thing?” Bert wanted to know.

  “Maybe,” admitted Harry. “But if it had been raining we might have gone fishing. As it is, I shall have to work.”

  “What doing?” Bert wanted to know.

  “Help pick apples in the orchard. We are shipping them away this year, and they have to be picked, and packed in barrels.”

  “I’ll help you,” offered Bert, and, after breakfast, the two boys went out to the big orchard, where Uncle Daniel and some of his men already were busy.

  The apples were picked by men standing on long ladders that reached up into the trees. Each filled a canvas bag with apples. These bags hung around their necks, and when one was full, the man came down the ladder with it. This was so the apples would not be bruised, for a bruised apple rots very quickly, and even one rotten apple in a barrel full, will soon make many bad ones.

  “Can we pick apples on a ladder?” asked Bert.

  “No, that’s a little too dangerous for small boys,” said Uncle Daniel. “But you and Harry may pick those you can reach from the ground. Some of the tree limbs are very low, and you won’t have any trouble. Take some of the bags to put the apples in. Don’t bruise them.”

  Harry and Bert were soon busy, picking off as many apples as they could reach. When their bags were filled, they emptied them carefully in a wooden bin, and from that bin Uncle Daniel sorted the apples into barrels, which were “headed up” ready to be taken to the city.

  Nan had gone over to the home of Mabel Herold, the country girl, and Flossie and Freddie found many things to amuse them about the farm. Later on they came out to the orchard, and picked up apples from the ground.

  “I’ll help fill Bert’s bag, and you can help Harry,” said Freddie to Flossie.

  “No, little fat fireman,” said Harry, using the pet name his uncle called Freddie. “The apples on the ground are called ‘windfalls.’ The wind blows them down, and they get crushed and bruised by falling on the hard dirt, or stones. It would not do to put them in with the good hand-picked apples.”

  “But what do you do with all those on the ground?” asked Bert, for there were a great many of them.

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p; “Send them to the cider-mill, or feed them to the pigs,” said Harry. “The grunters and squeakers don’t mind bruised apples.”

  The children spent nearly all day in the shady orchard, until Uncle Daniel said Bert and Harry had done enough work for the time.

  “Then let’s get our poles and go fishing,” suggested Harry.

  They did go, but got no bites. Harry said that morning was the best time to fish.

  When Flossie and Freddie became tired of picking apples up from the ground, they found an old swing, and took turns in this, having lots of fun.

  Snoop and Snap enjoyed their life in the country. Snoop did not go far from the house. There was another cat there, and the two soon became great friends. Snap also found other dogs with whom he could romp and play in the long meadow grass.

  Mrs. Bobbsey and Aunt Sarah spent many hours talking over matters of interest to them, while Dinah, and Martha, who was Aunt Sarah’s cook, spent most of their time in the kitchen, making good things to eat.

  “’Cause dem chilluns suttinly does eat a turrible lot!” exclaimed Dinah, as she finished making several pies.

  Picking the apples kept Uncle Daniel and his men busy for a number of days. Harry had to help, for everyone on a farm has to work, and Bert always lent his cousin a hand. But there were times when they were allowed a play-spell. Sometimes Tom Mason, another country boy, would come over, and, when the work was done, the three boys would go off to have good times together.

  One or two days it rained, and then nothing could be done out of doors in the way of farm work. During one of the rainy days Bert and Harry went fishing.

  “We’ll be sure to get plenty of bites today,” Harry said, as they started off with their poles and lines, well protected from the weather by rubber boots and coats.

  “I hope we catch a lot of fish,” said Bert.

  But they caught only two little sun-fish, which Harry threw back into the creek, as they were too small to keep.

  “I guess we’ll have to wait for a sunny day,” sighed Harry, as they started home. “I thought rain was good fishing-weather, but it doesn’t seem to be.”