"Ask for all that?" exclaimed Nan, wonderingly.
"No, Bert means the circus is coming," explained Harry, with a laugh.
"The moving picture people are going to get views of the parade. The
posters are up on the barns and fences. It's coming to Rosedale, the
circus is, and--"
"Oh, do let us go!" broke in Bert. Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey looked at one
another, questioningly.
"Oh, wouldn't it be just grand!" sighed Nan.
"What is it?" demanded Freddie, toddling up just then. "Is there going
to be a fire? Can I squirt with my engine?"
"Always thinking of that, little fat fireman!" laughed his father.
"No, it isn't a fire, Freddie."
"It's a circus coming!" cried Bert "Can't you take us, father?"
"I'm afraid not, son," he said. "I have just had a letter calling me
back to Lakeport on business."
"Oh!" cried Nan and Bert in a chorus.
"Do we have to go back to the city, too?" asked Bert, after a pause.
"No, I am going to let you and mamma stay here," said Mr. Bobbsey,
"but I have to go. I'll come back, of course, but not in time to take
you to the circus, I'm afraid."
"Mamma can take us," said Freddie.
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