CHAPTER III

DINAH'S UPSET


"What's the matter? What has happened?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, who had
run out to the front porch, upon hearing the excited cries, and the
exclamations of fat Dinah, the cook. "Oh! has anything happened to any
of the children?"

"Yes'm, I s'pects there has, ma'am," said Dinah. "Pore li'l Freddie am
done smashed all up flatter'n a pancake, Mrs. Bobbsey!"

"Freddie--Oh!"

"He's all right!" shouted Bert, who had, by this time, reached his
little brother, and was lifting him out of the bicycle. "Not hurt a
bit, are you, Freddie?"

"N--no, I--I guess not," said Freddie, a bit doubtfully. "I--I'm
scared, though."

"Nothing to be frightened at now, Freddie," said Bert, holding up the
little chap, so his mother could see him.

"Why, Freddie isn't hurt, Dinah," said Mrs. Bobbsey, in great relief.
"What made you think so?"

"Well, I seed him all tangled up in dat two-wheeled velocipede ob