e ladder those standing around set up a cheer, and
Freddie and Flossie clapped their hands in delight.

"Oh, I'm so glad you got him back!" said Freddie and hugged the kitten
almost to death.

"What boy was that who threw the stone?" asked Mr. Roscoe of Nan, while
Bert was returning the ladder to the cow-shed.

"That was Danny Rugg," answered Nan. "He is a bad boy."

"I know he is a bad boy," said Mr. Roscoe. "A very bad boy indeed." And
then the old man hurried off without another word. What he said meant a
good deal, as we shall soon see.

CHAPTER XXII

THE LAST OF THE GHOST--GOOD-NIGHT

The rescue of the kitten was the main subject of conversation that
evening in the Bobbsey household.

"I never dreamed he would go up with the kite," said Flossie. "After
this we'll have to keep him in the house when Bert and Freddie do their
kite-flying."

Bert had seen Danny Rugg throw the stone at the kitten and was very
angry over it. He had also seen Danny talk to Nan.

"I think he's an awful boy," declared Nan. "And Mr. Roscoe thinks he is
bad, too."

"He had better stop throwing things or he'll get himself into trouble
before long," said Bert.

"It's queer Mr. Ringley never heard about the window," whispered his
twin sister.

"So it is. But it may come out yet," replied the brother.

That evening the Bobbseys had their first strawberry shortcake of the
season. It was a beautiful cake--one of Dinah's best--and the
strawberries were large and luscious.

"Want another piece," said Freddie, smacking his lips. "It's so good,
mamma!"

"Freddie, I think you have had enough," said Mrs. Bobbsey.

"Oh, mamma, just a little piece more!" pleaded Freddie, and received the
piece, much to his satisfaction.

"Strawberries is beautiful," he declared. "I'm going to raise a whole
lot on the farm this summer."

"Oh, mamma, are we going to Uncle Dan's farm this summer?" burst out Nan
eagerly.

"Perhaps, Nan," was the reply. "I expect a letter very shortly."

"Meadow Brook is a dandy place," said Bert. "Such a fine swimming hole
in the brook!"

"Oh, I love the flowers, and the chickens and cows!" said Flossie.

"I like the rides on the loads of hay," said Nan.

The children talked the subject over until it was time to go to bed.
Their Uncle Dan and Aunt Sarah lived at Meadow Brook, and so did their
cousin Harry, a boy a little older than Bert, and one who was full of
fun and very good-natured in the bargain.