Part 7 (1/2)

”Come right along, my boy. I'll fix you up first,” declared the uncle, giving his little nephew a good hug as he placed him on the comfortable cus.h.i.+ons inside the big carriage.

There was not much chance for greetings as everybody was too anxious to get out of the old wagon. So, when all the boxes had been carefully put outside with the driver, and all the pa.s.sengers had taken their places on the long side seats (it was one of those large side-seated carriages that Uncle William had brought, knowing he would have a big party to carry), then with a sigh of relief Mrs. Bobbsey attempted to tell something of their experiences.

”But how did you know where we were?” Bert asked.

”We had been waiting for you since four o'clock,” replied Uncle William. ”Then I found out that the train was late, and we waited some more. But when it came to be night and you had not arrived, I set out looking for you. I went to the Junction first, and the agent there told me you had gone in Hank's stage. I happened to be near enough to the livery stable to hear some fellows talking about Hank's breakdown, with a big party aboard. I knew then what had happened, and sent Dorothy home,--she had been out most of the afternoon waiting--got this carryall, and here we are,” and Uncle William only had to hint ”hurry up” to his horses and away they went.

”Oh, we did have the awfulest time,” insisted Freddie.

”I feel as if we hadn't seen a house in a whole year,” sighed little Flossie.

”And we only left Meadow Brook this morning,” added Nan. ”It does seem much longer than a day since we started.”

”Well, you will be in Aunt Emily's arms in about two minutes now,”

declared Uncle William, as through the trees the lights from Ocean Cliff, the Minturn cottage, could now be seen.

”h.e.l.lo! h.e.l.lo!” called voices from the veranda.

”Aunt Emily and Dorothy!” exclaimed Bert, and called back to them:

”Here we come! Here we are!” and the wagon turned in to the broad steps at the side of the veranda.

”I've been worried to death,” declared Aunt Emily, as she began kissing the girls.

”We have brought company,” said Mrs. Bobbsey, introducing Mrs. Manily, ”and I don't know what we should have done in all our troubles if she had not been along to cheer us up.”

”We are delighted to have you,” said Aunt Emily to Mrs. Manily, while they all made their way indoors.

”Oh, Nan!” cried Dorothy, hugging her cousin as tightly as ever she could, ”I thought you would never come!”

”We were an awfully long time getting here,” Nan answered, returning her cousin's caress, ”but we had so many accidents.”

”Nothing happened to your appet.i.tes, I hope,” laughed Uncle William, as the dining-room doors were swung open and a table laden with good things came into sight.

”I think I could eat,” said Mrs. Bobbsey, then the mechanical piano player was started, and the party made their way to the dining room.

Uncle William took Mrs. Manily to her place, as she was a stranger; Bert sat between Dorothy and Nan, Mr. Bobbsey looked after Aunt Emily, and Mr. Jack Burnet, a friend of Uncle William, who had been spending the evening at the cottage, escorted Mrs. Bobbsey to her place.

”Come, Flossie, my dear, you see I have gotten a tall chair for you,”

said Aunt Emily, and Flossie was made comfortable in one of those ”between” chairs, higher than the others, and not as high as a baby's.

It was quite a brilliant dinner party, for the Minturns were well-to-do and enjoyed their prosperity as they went along.

Mrs. Minturn had been a society belle when she was married. She was now a graceful young hostess, with a handsome husband. She had married earlier than her sister, Mrs. Bobbsey, but kept up her good times in spite of the home cares that followed. During the dinner, Dinah helped the waitress, being perhaps a little jealous that any other maid should look after the wants of Flossie and Freddie.

”Oh, Dinah!” exclaimed Freddie, as she came in with more milk for him, ”did you take Snoop out of the box and did you give Downy some water?”

”I suah did, chile,” said Dinah, ”and you jest ought ter see that Downy duck fly 'round de kitchen. Why, he jest got one of dem fits he had on de train, and we had to shut him in de pantry to get hold ob him.”