They did not seem to have any oars, and Bert and Freddie heard
their father call to them again to sit down, so they would not tip
over.
Then the lumber man reached the drifting craft, and carefully fastened
it by a rope to the boat he was in.
"Now sit quietly and I'll pull you to shore," he said to the girls.
"You must not come out in a boat all alone. Where is your home?"
"Up there," replied the older girl, pointing to a house back of the
lake shore road. "We didn't mean to come out," she went on. "We just
sat in the boat when it was tied fast to the dock, but the knot must
have come loose, and we drifted out. We're ever so much obliged to you
for coming out to us."
"Well, don't get in boats again, unless some older person is with
you," cautioned Mr. Bobbsey. By this time he had towed the boat, with
the girls in it, to shore. As he did so a woman came running from the
house, calling out:
"Oh, what has happened? Oh, are they drowned?"
"Nothing at all has happened," said Mr. Bobbsey, quietly. "Your children
just drifted out, and I went and got them."
"Oh, and I've told them never, never to get into a boat!" cried the
mother.
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