"I'm going to carry mine! I want to carry mine all the way!" cried
little fat Freddie Bobbsey, thinking perhaps his bigger brother might
want to take, too, his bundle.
"All right, you can carry your own, Freddie," said Bert, pleasantly.
"But it's pretty heavy for you."
"It--it isn't very heavy," panted Freddie, as he struggled on with his
bundle, his short fat legs fairly "twinkling" to and fro as he came up
the walk. "It's got some cookies in, too, my bundle has; and Flossie
and I are going to eat 'em when we get on the porch."
"Oh, so that's the reason you didn't want Bert to take your package,
is it?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, with a smile, as she patted the little fat
chap on the head.
"Oh, well, I'll give Bert a cookie if he wants one," said Freddie,
generously, "but I'm strong enough to carry my own bundle all the way;
aren't I, Dinah?" and he appealed to a fat, good-natured looking
colored woman, who was waddling along, carrying a number of packages.
"Dat's what yo' is, honey lamb! Dat's what yo' is!" Dinah exclaimed.
"An' ef I could see dat man ob mine, Sam Johnson, I'd make him take
some ob dese yeah t'ings.
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