"Can't you find some way to give him a ride back?" asked his wife.
"Aren't any of your wagons going that way?"

"Perhaps," replied Mr. Bobbsey. "I'll find out, and I'll send him as
near to Mr. Hardee's place as I can."

"Poor little fellow," said Mrs. Bobbsey, and she thought how hard it
would be if her son Bert had to go to work for his living so young.

"He seems like a nice boy," spoke Mr. Bobbsey, "and from what I know
of Mr. Hardee he isn't an easy man to work for. Well, have you seen
enough of the boat, Nan? Do you think you'll like it?"

"Oh, I just love it," Nan answered. "I'm so anxious for the time to
come when we can go sailing, or whatever you do in a boat like this.
Mamma, may I bring some of my things from home to fix up my room?"

"I think so--yes. We shall have to talk about that later. I think it
is time we started home now. Dinah will not want to wait supper for
us."

"Well then, run along," said Mr. Bobbsey. "I'll get the others up
from down below."

"And you won't forget about trying to give that boy a ride home?"
asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

"No, indeed," replied her husband. "I'm going right back to the office
now, and I'll take him with me. I'll let him ride on the wagon that's
going nearest to Lemby."