The Bobbsey visitors were out on the shady porch, having laid aside
their traveling wraps, and Uncle Daniel was coming down from the barn,
having put away the horses, when a man rushed up the gravel drive,
crying:
"Oh, Mr. Bobbsey! Mr. Bobbsey! He's out! He's loose!"
"Who's out? Who's loose?" the twins' uncle wanted to know.
"That old big ram! He's loose, and he's coming this way!" was the
answer.
CHAPTER VII
THE PICNIC
The man who had brought the news about the runaway ram, stood on the
gravel drive near the porch, breathing hard, for he had run very fast
to give the warning. He caught his breath, and then said again:
"The old ram is loose! He butted down the fence and got out. He's
headed this way. What'll we do?"
"Children! Into the house with you--quick!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Oh! Oh!" cried Flossie. "Let me hide! Let me hide!"
"Pooh! I'm not afraid of a ram!" declared Freddie. "If I had my fire
engine unpacked, I'd squirt water on him!"
"Better not try that, little fat fireman," said his father with a
laugh. "Into the house with you, son. Your mother will look after
you.
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