"Well, I wish he was here too," said Freddie, rubbing his eyes.
"We're goin' to have lots of fun fishing in the ocean."

The plan for Nellie was told to Mr. Bobbsey, who, of course agreed it
would be very nice if Aunt Emily and Uncle William were satisfied.

"And what do you suppose those boxes contain?" said Mrs. Bobbsey to
Mrs. Manily, pointing to the three boxes in the hanger above them.

"Shoes?" ventured the matron.

"Nope," said Freddie. "One hat, and my duck and my cat. Downy is my
duck and Snoop is my cat."

Then Nan told about the flight of the duck and the "kidnapping" of
Snoop.

"We put them up there out of the way," finished Nan, "so that nothing
more can happen to them."

The afternoon was wearing out now, and the strong summer sun shrunk
into thin strips through the trees, while the train dashed along. As
the ocean air came in the windows, the long line of woodland melted
into pretty little streams, that make their way in patches for many
miles from the ocean front. "Like 'Baby Waters'" Nan said, "just
growing out from the ocean, and getting a little bit bigger every
year."

"Won't we soon be there?" asked Freddie, for long journeys are always
tiresome, especially to a little boy accustomed to many changes in the