"Yes," answered her mother, and then she turned to listen to the rest
of Mr. Bobbsey's talk over the telephone.

"Papa went after the Bluebird, and brought her safely back," Mrs.
Bobbsey explained, when she had hung up the receiver. "He'll be here
in a few minutes to tell us all about it. He telephoned from the
lumber office after he had our boat safe."

"Oh, I'm so glad the boat's all right," said Nan.

"Pooh, I knowed it would be--when papa went after it," said Freddie,
with a sleepy yawn.

"You must say 'knew,' not 'knowed,' dear," spoke Mamma Bobbsey. "And
now I think it is time for you and Flossie to go to bed."

Neither of the smaller twins offered any objection. They were too
sleepy to want to stay up and listen to the story of the bringing back
of the Bluebird.

Nan and Bert were anxious to hear it, and Mr. Bobbsey came in soon
after Flossie and Freddie were tucked in bed. He told the story of the
drifting houseboat.

"How did it break loose?" asked Bert.

"It didn't break loose," said his father. "Some one untied the knots
in the ropes."

"Untied!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "How did it happen?"