Part 3 (1/2)
”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!”
”h.e.l.lo! 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.
”My, how sweet it is!” said Dinah, as she sniffed audibly, enjoying the freshness of the country.
Freddie was on the seat with Uncle Dan and had Snoop's box safe in his arms. He wanted to let the cat see along the road, but everybody protested.
”No more Snoop in this trip,” laughed Mr. Bobbsey. ”He has had all the fun he needs for to-day.” So Freddie had to be content.
”Oh, do let me get out?” pleaded Nan presently. ”See that field of orange lilies.”
”Not now, dear,” Aunt Sarah told her. ”Dinner is spoiling for us, and we can often walk down here to get flowers.”
”Oh, the cute little calf! Look!” Bert exclaimed from his seat next to Harry, who had been telling his cousin of all the plans he had made for a jolly vacation.
”Look at the billy-goat!” called Freddie.
”See, see, that big black chicken flying!” Flossie cried out excitedly.
”That's a hawk!” laughed Bert; ”maybe it's a chicken hawk.”
”A children hawk!” Flossie exclaimed, missing the word. Then everybody laughed, and Flossie said maybe there were children hawks for bad girls and boys, anyway.