"Oh, no," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Probably she just held it, in the
excitement over the wreck, and she may have left it in the car.
But please write about it."

"I will," promised Mr. Bobbsey, as he started for the office, while
the twins gathered about the new dog, who seemed ready to do more
tricks.





CHAPTER VI

DANNY RUGG IS MEAN




That afternoon a small fire broke out in Mr. Bobbsey's lumber yard.
The alarm bell rang, and Mrs. Bobbsey, hearing it, and knowing
by the number that the blaze must be near her husband's place of
business, came hurrying down stairs.

"Oh, I must go and see how dangerous it is," she said to Dinah.
"It is too bad to have it happen just after Mr. Bobbsey comes back
from his summer vacation."

"'Deed it am!" cried the fat, colored cook. "But maybe it am only
a little fire, Mrs. Bobbsey."