"Shuah, I'se all right, sah," the colored cook answered. "Jest shook
up a bit. I'se so fat it doesn't hurt me t' fall," she explained. "An'
I shuah am glad I didn't fall on Freddie. He done knocked mah feet
right out from under me!"

"Yes, you shouldn't have turned somersaults in the house," said Mrs.
Bobbsey. "That wasn't right, Freddie."

"I--I wasn't exactly turning somersaults," Freddie explained, as he
dried his face in his pocket handkerchief. "I was jest rollin' over
an' over, like I'm goin' to do down at Meadow Brook."

"Well, it was almost as bad as turning somersaults," said Nan. "My,
but I got _so_ excited."

"Pooh! It wasn't anything," spoke Bert. "It's a good thing, though,
that it was iced tea, instead of being hot."

"Indeed that was a blessing," said Mrs. Bobbsey, while Dinah began
picking up the pieces of the cup and saucer. "You must be more
careful, Freddie."

"I will, ma," he promised. "But tell us about Meadow Brook. When can
we go?"

"Not until you get a dry suit on, at least," said Mr. Bobbsey with a
smile. "You had better change, Freddie. You are all wet from my cup of
tea."

"I'll put dry things on him," offered Nan, leading the little fellow