Part 29 (1/2)

The next minute both Bert and Harry were in the wagon beside Sandy.

”Can't I drive?” asked the little fellow innocently, while Harry was backing out of the swamp.

”You certainly made Bill go,” Harry admitted, all out of breath from running.

”And you gave us a good run too,” added Bert, who was red in the face from his violent exercise.

”Bill knew ma meant it when she said whoa!” Harry remarked to Bert. ”I tell you, he stopped just in time, for a few feet further would have sunk horse, wagon, and all in the swamp.”

Of course it was all an accident, for Sandy had no idea of starting the horse off, so no one blamed him when they got back to the road.

”We'll all get in this time,” laughed Aunt Sarah to the matron. ”And I'll send the boys over Sunday to let you know how Sandy is.”

”Oh, he will be all right with Freddie!” Bert said, patting the little stranger on the shoulders. ”We will take good care of him.”

It was a pleasant ride back to the Bobbsey farm, and all enjoyed it--especially Sandy, who had gotten the idea he was a first-cla.s.s driver and knew all about horses, old Bill, in particular.

”Hurrah! hurrah!” shouted Freddie, when the wagon turned in the drive.

”I knowed you would come, Sandy!” and the next minute the two little boys were hand in hand running up to the barn to see Frisky, Snoop, the chickens, ducks, pigeons, and everything at once.

Sandy was a little city boy and knew nothing about real live country life, so that everything seemed quite wonderful to him, especially the chickens and ducks. He was rather afraid of anything as big as Frisky.

Snoop and Fluffy were put through their circus tricks for the stranger's benefit, and then Freddie let Sandy turn on his trapeze up under the apple tree and showed him all the different kinds of turns Bert and Harry had taught the younger twin how to perform on the swing.

”How long can you stay?” Freddie asked his little friend, while they were swinging.

”I don't know,” Sandy replied vaguely.

”Maybe you could go to the seash.o.r.e with us,” Freddie ventured. ”We are only going to stay in the country this month.”

”Maybe I could go,” lisped Sandy, ”'cause n.o.body ain't got charge of me now. Mrs. Manily has gone away, you know, and I don't b'lieve in the other lady, do you?”

Freddie did not quite understand this but he said ”no” just to agree with Sandy.

”And you know the big girl, Nellie, who always curled my hair without pulling it,--she's gone away too, so maybe I'm your brother now,” went on the little orphan.

”Course you are!” spoke up Freddie manfully, throwing his arms around the other, ”You're my twin brother too, 'cause that's the realest kind.

We are all twins, you know--Nan and Bert, and Flossie and me and you!”

By this time the other Bobbseys had come out to welcome Sandy. They thought it best to let Freddie entertain him at first, so that he would not be strange, but now Uncle Daniel just took the little fellow up in his arms and into his heart, for all good men love boys, especially when they are such real little men as Sandy and Freddie happened to be.

”He's my twin brother, Uncle Daniel,” Freddie insisted. ”Don't you think he's just like me curls and all?”

”He is certainly a fine little chap!” the uncle replied, meaning every word of it, ”and he is quite some like you too. Now let us feed the chickens. See how they are around us expecting something to eat?”

The fowls were almost ready to eat the pearl b.u.t.tons off Sandy's coat, so eager were they for their meal, and it was great fun for the two little boys to toss the corn to them.

”Granny will eat from your hand,” exclaimed Uncle Daniel, ”You see, she is just like granite-gray stone, but we call her Granny for short.”