brook. And then, as Freddie looked, he saw something which made his
heart beat very fast indeed. For, coming right toward him, was a team
of horses, hitched to a big lumber wagon--it was one of Freddie's
papa's own lumber teams, as the little boy could see for himself.

On came the trotting team, pulling the heavily laden lumber wagon,
and, worst of all, there was no driver on the seat to guide the
horses. They were trotting away all by themselves, and Freddie was out
in the road, on the bicycle that was far too big for him,

"Oh dear!" cried Freddie.

Just then he heard Flossie scream. She had come out on the side porch,
and she saw the team coming toward her little brother.

"Nan! Bert!" screamed Flossie. "Look at Freddie!"

Nan and Bert jumped up and raced down the path.

"Freddie's in trouble again!" thought Bert.

It was not the first time Freddie had gotten into mischief. Though
usually he was a pretty good boy, he sometimes made trouble without
intending to.

I have told you there were two sets of Bobbsey twins, and those of you
who have read the first book of this series know what I mean by that.
The first book is called "The Bobbsey Twins," and in that I told you
how the Bobbsey family lived in an eastern city called Lakeport, at
the head of Lake Metoka. Mr. Bobbsey was a lumber merchant, and owned