downstairs."

"I won't, mamma," said Freddie.

He came back with several letters, and he was again playing he was a
fireman, and Flossie was making believe she was a doctor for her sick
doll, when Mrs. Bobbsey exclaimed:

"Oh, this will be good news for Bert," and she looked up from a letter
she was reading.

"What is it, mamma?" asked Flossie. "Is someone sending him more
Christmas presents?"

"No, dear, but Harry, your cousin from the country, you know, is
coming to visit us. Bert will have someone to play with. Won't that be
nice?"

"And can I play with him, too?" asked Freddie.

"I guess so, sometimes," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But you must remember
that Harry is about ten years old, and he won't always want to be with
little boys."

"I'm a big boy!" declared Freddie. "I'm 'most as big as Bert."

"Well, I guess you can have some fun," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Bert will
be glad to hear this. Now, who can this other letter be from?" and she
tore open the envelope.