Mason. "He's safer there than at the office, and wouldn't lose me so
much money. But I'll get it out of him, some way," and he thrust back
into his pocket the bad twenty dollar bill.
Bert had understood most of the talk between his father and Mr. Mason,
but little Freddie did not know much of what went on except that Frank
had run away.
"I wouldn't run away from my home," he said. "I like it too much."
"Yes, but you haven't anyone at your home to shake you as hard as that
man did," said Bert. "I don't blame Frank for running away."
"Poor boy!" sighed Mr. Bobbsey. "Life is a hard matter for a little
chap with no real home."
In the automobile the lumber man and his two boys went back to
Lakeport, passing on their way the house where Mr. Mason lived. The
two little girls waved their hands to Freddie and Bert as the boys
rode past. But there was no sign of Frank Kennedy.
The sadness of the scene the two Bobbsey boys had witnessed was soon
forgotten in the joys of getting ready to go to Meadow Brook. They
spent that night in their city house, unpacking only such few things
as they needed.
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