BY LAURA LEE HOPE AUTHOR OF “THE BOBBSEY TWINS SERIES,”
COPYRIGHT, 1924, BY GROSSET & DUNLAP _The Bobbsey Twins and Baby May_
I. A RAILROAD SMASH II. MYSTERIOUS BELLS III. BABY MAY IV. WHAT THE POLICE FOUND V. NAN WHISPERS IN SCHOOL VI. THE RUNAWAY VII. THE SNAP-CRACKER VIII. THE OLD WOMAN AGAIN IX. IN PURSUIT X. LOST IN THE WOODS XI. ADVENTURES OF THE NIGHT XII. RESCUED XIII. THE LAST DAY XIV. A BIG SPLASH XV. FREDDIE SEES SOMETHING XVI. A LOST BABY XVII. THE GREEN UMBRELLA XVIII. KIDNAPPED XIX. ON THE TRAIL XX. AN EXCITING CHASE XXI. IN THE DUCK POND XXII. CAUGHT AT LAST
“Just look at it rain!” exclaimed Nan Bobbsey to her brother Bert, as they were getting their coats, hats and umbrellas from the schoolroom closet.
“Crickity grasshoppers, I should say so!” cried Bert, crowding to the one window in the coatroom, already filled with boys and girls eager to escape from school. “It’s bouncing up from the sidewalk something awful!”
“Well, I know one thing,” announced Charlie Mason, pushing his face against the windowglass until his nose looked flat. “The rain isn’t going to bounce on my umbrella.”
“Why not?” asked Bert. “Aren’t you going to put your umbrella up in all this storm?”
“Nope!” answered Charlie, with a laugh and a shake of his head.
“’Cause I didn’t bring an umbrella, that’s why!” chuckled the boy.
“You’ll get soaked!” said Danny Rugg. “I haven’t got a very big umbrella, Charlie, but you can walk under it with me.”
“Danny’s getting real good, isn’t he, Bert?” asked Nan, as these two dark-haired Bobbsey twins made their way out of the coatroom and toward the main hall, which was filled with boys and girls eager to get home.
“Yes, Danny’s pretty good now,” agreed Bert. “And I’m glad of it. He always used to be fighting and quarreling. Say, Nan, it’s raining like cats and dogs!”
“Worse than that!” sighed Nan. “I hope Flossie and Freddie won’t get soaked.”
“Didn’t they bring umbrellas?” Bert wanted to know. “If they didn’t—”
“Oh, yes, they brought their little ones. I saw mother call them back and make them take them,” replied Nan Bobbsey. “But even a big umbrella isn’t much good in this storm. The wind blows terribly! I’m going to wait in the lower hall for Flossie and Freddie.”