"Why--why!" began Bert. "That fellow--that boy--he--" and then he
stopped. Bert was not exactly sure of what he was going to say.
"Oh, Freddie!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey, running forward. "Where have you
been! Such a start as you've given us! Where were you?"
But Freddie himself did not seem as anxious to rush into his mother's
arms as she was to clasp him. He plodded along with the strange boy,
looking quite content, and as if he wondered what all the fuss was
about.
"Dere de honey lamb am!" exclaimed black
Dinah, a grin spreading over her face. "De ole lion didn't cotch him
after all. Dere's mah honey lamb!"
"Freddie! Freddie!" cried Flossie, who had been resting in Uncle
Daniel's arms, "did a lion eat you, Freddie? Did he?"
"A lion eat him? Of course not!" laughed Bert. And Bert was doing some
hard thinking as he stared at the strange boy who had Freddie by the
hand.
"I thought we should find him," said Uncle Daniel. "I knew he couldn't
be lost with all these circus people around. I say!" called Mr.
Bobbsey's brother to one of the men who had been helping hunt for the
missing boy.
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