too!” burst in Freddie. “I’m going to have a candy store, an’ be a fireman, an’ a soldier, all together!”
“Dear! dear!” laughed Dinah. “Jess to heah dat now! It’s wonderful wot yo’ is gwine to be when yo’ is big.”
At that moment the front door bell rang, and all rushed to the hallway, to greet their mother, who had been downtown, on a shopping tour.
CHAPTER II
Rope Jumping, and What Followed
“Oh, mamma, what have you brought?” Such was the cry from all of the Bobbsey twins, as they gathered around Mrs. Bobbsey in the hallway. She had several small packages in her hands, and one looked very much like a box of candy.
Mrs. Bobbsey kissed them all before speaking. “Have you been good while I was gone?” she asked.
“I guess we tried to be good,” answered Bert meekly.
“Freddie’s boiler got broke, that’s all,” said Flossie. “Dinah swept up the dirt.”
Before anything more could be said all were in the dining room and Mrs. Bobbsey was called upon to admire the row of houses. Then the box of candy was opened and each received a share.
“Now you had better go out and play,” said the mother. “Dinah must set the table for dinner. But be sure and put on your thick coats. It is very cold and feels like snow.”
“Oh, if only it would snow!” said Bert. He was anxious to try a sled he had received the Christmas before.
It was Saturday, with no school, so all of the boys and girls of the neighborhood were out. Some of the girls were skipping rope, and Nan joined these, while Bert went off to join a crowd of boys in a game of football.
“Let us play horse,” suggested Freddie to Flossie. They had reins of red leather, with bells, and Freddie was the horse while his twin sister was the driver.
“I’m a bad horse, I’ll run away if you don’t watch me,” cautioned Freddie, and began to prance around wildly, against the grape arbor and then up against the side fence.
“Whoa! whoa!” screamed Flossie, jerking on the reins. “Whoa, you naughty horse! If I had a whip, I’d beat you!”
“If you did that, I’d kick,” answered Freddie, and began to kick real hard into the air. But at last he settled down and ran around the house just as nicely as any horse could. Then he snorted and ran up to the water bucket near the barn and Flossie pretended to give him a drink and some hay, and unharnessed him just as if he was a real steed.
Nan was counting while another girl named Grace Lavine jumped, Grace was a great jumper and had already passed forty when her mother called to her from the window.
“Grace, don’t jump so much. You’ll get sick.”
“Oh, no, I won’t,” returned Grace. She was a headstrong girl and always wanted her own way.
“But jumping gave you a headache only last week,” continued Mrs. Lavine. “Now, don’t do too much of it,” and then the lady closed the window and went back to her interrupted work.
“Oh, dear, mamma made me trip,” sighed Grace. “I don’t think that was fair.”
“But your mamma doesn’t want you to jump any more,” put in another girl, Nellie Parks by name.
“Oh, she didn’t say that. She said not to jump too much.”
It was now Nan’s turn to jump and she went up to twenty-seven and then tripped. Nellie followed and reached thirty-five. Then came another girl who jumped to fifty-six.
“I’m going a hundred this time,” said Grace, as she skipped into place.
“Oh, Grace, you had better not!” cried Nan.
“You’re afraid I’ll beat you,” declared Grace.
“No, I’m not. But your mamma said—”
“I don’t care what she said. She didn’t forbid my jumping,” cut in the obstinate girl. “Are you going to turn or not?”
“Yes, I’ll turn,” replied Nan, and at once the jumping started. Soon Grace had reached forty. Then came fifty, and then sixty.
“I do believe she will reach a hundred after all,” declared Nellie Parks, a little enviously.
“I will, if you turn steadily,” answered Grace, in a panting voice. Her face was strangely pale.
“Oh, Grace, hadn’t you better stop?” questioned Nan. She was a little frightened, but, nevertheless, kept on turning the rope.
“No!” puffed Grace. “Go—go on!”
She had now reached eighty-five. Nellie Parks was counting:
“Eighty-six, eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine, ninety!” she went on. “Ninety-one-, ninety-two—”
“No—not so—so fast!” panted Grace. “I—I—oh!”
And then, just as Nellie was counting “Ninety-seven,” she sank down in a heap, with her eyes closed and her face as white as a sheet.
For a moment the other girls looked on in blank wonder, not knowing what to make of it. Then Nan gave a scream.
“Oh, girls, she has fainted!”
“Perhaps she is dead!” burst out Nellie Parks. “And if she is, we killed her, for we turned the rope!”
“Oh, Nellie, please don’t say that!” said Nan. She could scarcely speak the words.
“Shall I go and tell Mrs. Lavine?” asked another girl who stood near.
“No—yes,” answered Nan. She was so bewildered she scarcely knew what to say. “Oh, isn’t it awful!”
They gathered close around the fallen girl, but nobody dared to touch her. While they were there, and one had gone to tell Mrs. Lavine, a gentleman came up. It was Mr. Bobbsey, coming home from the lumber yard for lunch.
“What is the trouble?” he asked, and then saw Grace. “What happened to her?”
“She was—was jumping rope, and couldn’t jump any more,” sobbed Nan. “Oh, papa, she—isn’t de—dead, is she?”
Mr. Bobbsey was startled and with good reason, for he had heard of more than one little girl dying from too much jumping. He took the limp form up in his arms and hurried to the Lavine house with it. “Run and tell Doctor Briskett,” he called back to Nan.
The physician mentioned lived but a short block away, and Nan ran as fast as her feet could carry her. The doctor had just come in from making his morning calls and had his hat and overcoat still on.
“Oh, Doctor Briskett, do come at once!” she sobbed. “Grace Lavine is dead, and we did it,
