The Bobbsey Twins

ses were being made out of pasteboard shoe boxes, and had square holes cut in them for doors, and other long holes for windows, and had past

s box on one end and divided it into five stories, and Flossi

doesn't it? But, you see, there were two sets. Bert a

e and red cheeks. Her eyes were a deep brown and

much like her. To be sure, he looked like a boy, while she looked like a girl, but he had the same

little Fat Fairy, which always made her laugh. But Freddie didn't want to be called a fairy, so his papa called him the Fat Fireman, which pleased him very much, and made him rush around the house shouting: "Fi

o go boating. Mr. Richard Bobbsey was a lumber merchant, with a large yard and docks on the lake shore, and a saw and planing mill close by. The house was a q

or my parlor table," said Nan. "It's going

tioned Bert. "She's got a-a

te, like the lace window

r and folded it up several times. Then she cut curious-looking holes in the folded piece with a

creamed Flossie. "

real red one," and he brought forth a bit

r for my stairs," cried Bert, who had

over, like Nanny. You

on a stairs-I mean whit

le for the paper, Fre

a flower on the table too!" he added, and ran out of the room. When he came back he had a flower-

laughing. "Oh, Freddie, how will we ever s

before Nan could stop him the flower-pot went up and

breaking up housek

pot away!" came from Flossie. "It

down close to Bert's elbow. Bert was now busy trying to put a pasteboard chimney on his house, and did not notice. A moment late

ed Nan, in alarm. "Get the broom an

Freddie'

boiler to my fire engine, too," he added, referring to the flo

ah, the cook, came

exclaimed. "If yo' chillun ain't

ler!" said Freddie

others in the cellar," declared Nan. "It was

et the dust-pan and broom. As soon as the muss had been cleared away Nan cut out the red t

to be had, and from these they made shade trees and some benches, and Bert cut out a pasteboard horse and cart. To be sure, the horse did not look very lifelike, but they all pla

real," said the cook. "It's a wonder t

kindergarten class at

indergarten,"

fire engines there,

n to laugh, shakin

Reckon yo' is gwine to be a fi

e a real fireman," w

o' gwine to be

to be a soldi

too," put in Freddie. "

want to be a soldier an

"They have to get married, or be dressmaker

ert. I'm going to be a ste

Flossie. "I'm going to keep a candy store, a

ng to have a candy store, an' be a f

to heah dat now! It's wonderful wot

ll rushed to the hallway, to greet their mothe