Bobbsey. "I am going along the river road."
"I can show you a shorter route," said Mrs. Mason, who now had tight
hold of her daughters' hands, as though she feared they would run down
to the boats again. "My husband has cut a new road through the
orchard, down to his office," she went on. "You can come that way in
your machine, and save nearly a mile."
"I shall be glad to do that," Mr. Bobbsey answered, "as I haven't very
much time today. We are getting ready to go away."
Mrs. Mason showed Mr. Bobbsey where he could cross the main road, and
take a short cut through an old orchard, to reach the lumber office,
and soon, after waving good-bye to the frightened little girls, Mr.
Bobbsey, Bert and Freddie were again on their way.
"Is--is the lake very deep where those girls were?" Freddie wanted to
know.
"It doesn't make much difference whether it is deep or not," said Mr.
Bobbsey, "they would probably have been drowned if they had fallen
overboard. You must always be careful about boats," he cautioned the
little fellow.
"I will," Freddie promised.
"That must be the lumber yard!" exclaimed Bert a little later, when
they turned from the new orchard road into another highway.
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