Bobbsey. "He seems a bright sort of chap.
He isn't your son, is he?"
"No, I'm his guardian. He's my ward. His father was a friend of mine
in business, and when he died he asked me to look after the boy. His
name is Frank Kennedy."
"Oh, yes, I heard about him," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"Heard about him! I guess you didn't hear any good then!" exclaimed
the other lumber man, rather crossly. "What do you mean?"
"Why, we came past your house a little while ago," said Mr. Bobbsey,
"and your wife mentioned a Frank Kennedy who used to take your two
daughters out rowing. If he had been there to-day the girls probably
wouldn't have gone out alone, and drifted away."
"Drifted away! What do you mean?" cried Mr. Mason. "Has anything
happened?"
"It's all right, my papa went out in a boat and got 'em!" cried
Freddie in his shrill, childish voice, for he heard what his father
and Mr. Mason were saying.
"I--I don't understand," said the other lumber dealer, seriously. "Was
there an accident?"
"Oh, it wasn't anything," Mr. Bobbsey said. "When I went past your
house, near the river, I saw the two girls adrift in a boat, not far
from shore.
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