rgot about eating. I'm hungry now.
I think Dinah is making cookies. Let's go 'round to the kitchen to see."

Flossie and Alice were up on the side porch, playing with their dolls,
when Freddie and Johnnie ran around to the back door. Surely enough,
Dinah was making cookies, and she gave the boys some.

"Do you think we'd better save any of these for the time when we go on
the ship?" asked Johnnie, as he took a bite out of his second cookie.

"No, I don't guess so," replied Freddie. "We won't go for a week or two
anyhow, and the cookies wouldn't keep that long. Anyhow, Dinah will make
more. Say, I'll tell you what let's do!"

"What?"

"Go down to the lake and sail our boats."

"All right. But I don't want to fall in."

"We'll go down to my father's lumber yard, and if we fall in, near the
edge, we can yell and some of the men will pull us out. Come on!"

Mrs. Bobbsey said Freddie might go, if he would be sure to be careful.
He was often allowed to visit his father's lumber yard, for it was known
he would be safe there. And Johnnie's mother said he might go also. So
the little fellows trudged away, leaving the girls to play dolls on the
porch.

Freddie and Johnnie had fun at the edge of the lake. They each had a
small sailboat, and, holding the strings, which were fast to the toy
vessels, the boys let the wind blow the boats out a way and then hauled
them in again.

After a while, however, they grew tired of this, and Freddie said:

"Let's go up to the office to see my father. He likes me to come to see
him, and maybe he'll give us five cents for ice cream cones."

"That'll be nice," said Johnnie.

Mr. Bobbsey was very busy, for he had a great deal of work to do after
having spent so much time in the country that Summer. But he was glad
to see the boys.

"Well, how's my little fireman this morning?" he asked, catching Freddie
up in his arms. "Have you put out any fires yet?"

"Not yet. We've been playing boats."

"And how are you, Johnnie?" went on Mr. Bobbsey, as he patted Freddie's
playmate on the back.

"Oh, I'm all right. I'm going in the ship with Freddie to help find
Tommy Todd's father who's on a desert island."

"Oh, you are; eh? Well speaking of Tommy, that looks like him out there
now."

Mr. Bobbsey pointed to the outside office. There stood the boy Freddie
and Flossie had talked to on the train. He was speaking to one of the
clerks, who did not seem to want to let him inside the railing.