edge, jumped in after Freddie, for as the wave receded the little boy fell in again, and might have been washed out into real danger if he had not been promptly rescued.
But as it was he was dripping wet, even his curls had been washed, and his linen suit looked just like one of Dinah’s dish towels. Dorothy, too, was wet to the knees, but she did not mind that. The day was warming up and she could get along without shoes or stockings until she reached home.
“Freddie’s always fallin’ in,” gasped Flossie, who was always getting frightened at her twin brother’s accidents.
“Well, I get out, don’t I?” pouted Freddie, not feeling very happy in his wet clothing.
“Now we must hurry home,” insisted Mrs. Bobbsey, as she put Freddie in the donkey cart, while Dorothy, after pulling off her wet shoes and stockings, put a robe over her feet, whipped up the donkeys, Doodle and Dandy, and with Freddie and Flossie in the seat of the cart, the shells and net in the bottom, started off towards the cliffs, there to fix Freddie up in dry clothing. Of course he was not “wet to the skin,” as he said, but his shoes and stockings were soaked, and his waist was wet, and that was enough. Five minutes later Dorothy pulled up the donkeys at the kitchen door, where Dinah took Freddie in her arms, and soon after fixed him up.
“You is de greatest boy for fallin’ in,” she declared. “Nebber saw sech a faller. But all de same you’se Dinah’s baby boy,” and kind-hearted Dinah rubbed Freddie’s feet well, so he would not take cold; then, with fresh clothing, she made him just as comfortable and happy as he had been when he had started out shell hunting.
CHAPTER XI
Downy on the Ocean
“Harry is coming today,” Bert told Freddie, on the morning following the shell hunt, “and maybe Aunt Sarah will come with him. I’m going to get the cart now to drive over to the station. You may come along, Freddie, mother said so. Get your cap and hurry up,” and Bert rushed off to the donkey barn to put Doodle and Dandy in harness.
Freddie was with Bert as quickly as he could grab his cap off the rack, and the two brothers promptly started for the station.
“I hope they bring peaches,” Freddie said, thinking of the beautiful peaches in the Meadow Brook orchard that had not been quite ripe when the Bobbseys left the country for the seaside.
Numbers of people were crowded around the station when the boys got there, as the summer season was fast waning, so that Bert and Freddie had hard work to get a place near the platform for their cart.
“That’s the train!” cried Bert. “Now watch out so that we don’t miss them in the crowd,” and the older brother jumped out of the cart to watch the faces as they passed along.
“There he is,” cried Freddie, clapping his hands. “Harry! Harry! Aunt Sarah!” he called, until everybody around the station was looking at him.
“Here we are!” exclaimed Aunt Sarah the next minute, having heard Freddie’s voice, and followed it to the cart.
“I’m so glad you came,” declared Bert to Harry.
“And I’m awfully glad you came,” Freddie told Aunt Sarah, when she stopped kissing him.
“But we cannot ride in that little cart,” Aunt Sarah said, as Bert offered to help her in.
“Oh, yes, you can,” Bert assured her. “These donkeys are very strong, and so is the cart. Put your satchel right in here,” and he shoved the valise up in front, under the seat.
“But we have a basket of peaches somewhere,” said Aunt Sarah. “They came in the baggage car.”
“Oh goody! goody!” cried Freddie, clapping his little brown hands. “Let’s get them.”
“No, we had better have them sent over,” Bert insisted, knowing that the basket would take up too much room, also that Freddie might want to sample the peaches first, and so make trouble in the small cart. Much against his will the little fellow left the peaches, and started off for the cliffs.
The girls, Dorothy, Nellie, and Nan, were waiting at the driveway, and all shouted a welcome to the people from Meadow Brook.
“You just came in time,” declared Dorothy. “We are going to have a boat carnival tomorrow, and they expect it will be lovely this year.”
Aunt Emily and Mrs. Bobbsey met the others now, and extended such a hearty welcome, there could be no mistaking how pleased they all were to see Harry and Aunt Sarah. As soon as Harry had a chance to lay his traveling things aside Bert and Freddie began showing him around.
“Come on down to the lake, first,” Bert insisted. “Hal Bingham may have his canoe out. He’s a fine fellow, and we have splendid times together.”
“And you’ll see my duck, Downy,” said Freddie. “Oh, he’s growed so big—he’s just like a turkey.”
Harry thought Downy must be a odd duck if he looked that way, but, of course, he did not question Freddie’s description.
“Here, Downy, Downy!” called Freddie, as they came to the little stream where the duck always swam around. But there was no duck to be seen.
“Where is he?” Freddie asked, anxiously.
“Maybe back of some stones,” ventured Harry. Then he and Bert joined in the search, but no duck was to be found.
“That’s strange,” Bert reflected. “He’s always around here.”
“Where does the lake run to?” Harry inquired.
“Into the ocean,” answered Bert; “but Downy never goes far. There’s Hal now. We’ll get in his boat and see if we can find the duck.”
Hal, seeing his friends, rowed in to the shore with his father’s new rowboat that he was just trying.
“We have lost Freddie’s duck,” said Bert. “Have you seen him anywhere?”
“No, I just came out,” replied Hal. “But get in and we’ll go look for him.”
“This is my Cousin Harry I told you about,” said Bert, introducing Harry, and the two boys greeted each other, cordially.
All four got into the boat, and Harry took care of Freddie while the other boys rowed.
“Oh. I’m afraid someone has stoled Downy,” cried Freddie, “and maybe they’ll make—make—pudding out of him.”
“No danger,” said Hal, laughing. “No one around here would touch your duck. But he might have gotten curious to see the ocean. He certainly doesn’t seem to be around here.”
The boys had reached the line where the little lake went in a tunnel under a road, and then opened out into the ocean.
“We’ll have to leave the boat here,” said Hal, “and go and ask people if Downy came down this way.”
Tying up the boat to a stake, the boys crossed the bridge, and made their way through the crowd of bathers down to the waves.
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