“What’s the matter?” asked Nan, in a low voice.
“Baby May is sick,” Mrs. Bobbsey replied. “The doctor has been here, and the poor little thing has just gone to sleep. Don’t make any noise!”
With hushed voices and walking on tiptoes, the smaller Bobbsey twins and Nan entered the house. Mrs. Bobbsey closed the door softly after them.
“Where is she? Where is Baby May?” asked Flossie.
“May I look at her?” asked Freddie soberly.
“Not now, dears,” their mother answered. “She has just fallen asleep, and I don’t want her to awaken. You may see her after she has had her nap—that is, if she is well enough.”
“Is she very sick?” Nan wanted to know. “It must have come on suddenly, for she was all right when we went to school this morning.”
“Yes, it was sudden,” Mrs. Bobbsey answered. “She was taken with a spasm after you left, and I had to telephone for the doctor.”
“What did he say?” Nan asked, while Flossie and Freddie, hardly breathing so anxious were they to make no noise, waited for the answer.
“He said he thought it was something she had eaten, and he gave me some medicine for her. After she took it she fell asleep. She is up in my room now.”
“Is anybody with her?” asked Nan. “We got out of school a little earlier on account of Bert speaking his piece.”
“Dinah is sitting beside Baby May,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “But what do you mean about getting out earlier on account of Bert speaking his piece? I hope he didn’t fail or cut up or—”
“Oh, no, _he_ was all right,” softly laughed Nan. “It was Sammie Todd. He fell out of the window—”
“Fell out of the window!” exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, and then she suddenly lowered her voice for fear of waking Baby May. “Was he hurt?” she whispered.
“No,” chuckled Nan, and then she told what had happened. “I’ll go up and sit by the baby,” she added, when she had finished the story.
“All right, then Dinah can come down,” Mrs. Bobbsey said. “You and Flossie go out and play, Freddie,” she added to the younger twins. “But don’t make any noise.”
“I’ll play with my paper dolls—they don’t make a sound,” decided Flossie.
“And I’ll take my little cart with the rubber tires on the wheels—that doesn’t make any noise, either,” said Freddie.
“Why can’t you give my family a ride in the cart?” suggested Flossie. “The children haven’t had a ride for a long time.” By children, she of course meant her paper dolls.