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you might have dreamed it, said Nan. You often talk in your sleep, I know. I did feel something bump me, declared Freddie, and nothing the others could say would make him change his idea. Did you see anything? asked Mrs. Bobbsey in a low voice of her husband when the twins were in their beds again. Flossies and106 Freddies cots were moved over nearer to those of their parents, and they had dropped off to slumber again, after getting drinks of water. Well, I rather think I did, answered Mr. Bobbsey in a

dig for worms that they were quite jolly again. Heres an awful fat one, Flossie cried Freddie. Pick that one up just terribly carefullike. Im going to save him for my hook, and maybe Ill get the biggest fish of all. Howll you know where to find this one when you want it, Id like to know, Freddie Bobbsey? returned his sister.115 Tie a blue ribbon on it, suggested Bert. Yes, we might, said Flossie slowly. Maybe Nan has a ribbon. Ill ask. Bert laughed and said: I was just fooling, little fat fairy. I dont believe you can do that. I dont see why, dissented Freddie. We can try, anyway. Here, I have a red string in my pocket. Thatll do

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Bobbsey remained awake for a while, but he heard nothing, and he believed that if it was a man or an animal that had brushed against the tent where Freddie was sleeping, whoever, or whatever, it was had gone far away. Dinah had a fine breakfast ready for the twins and the others the next morning. There were flapjacks with maple syrup to pour over them, and that, with the crisp smell of bacon, made every one so hungry that there was no need to call even Nan twice, and sometimes she liked to lie in bed longer than did the others. Did you find what it was that bumped me, Daddy? asked Freddie, as he, as last, pushed back his plate,

low voice. You did What? I dont know whether it was a horse or a man, but it was something. It was so dark I couldnt see well, and the trees and bushes come up around the tents. How could it be a horse? It might have been the one that belongs to Mr. Dalton. If the horse were walking around, cropping grass wherever he could find it, he might have brushed past the side of the tent and so have disturbed Freddie. Yes, I suppose so, agreed Mrs. Bobbsey. But couldnt you tell a horse from a man? No, it was too dark. I only just saw a shadow moving away from the tents as I stepped out. And was Whisker all right? Yes, though I guess he