"Why not?" Freddie wanted to know.
"Because they have only air in them, instead of gas," Frank
explained. "Gas is lighter than air, and that makes it lift the
balloon. But you can have some fun with these," and he gave two each
to Flossie and Freddie. "One of the circus men gave them to me," he
went on. The children were soon playing with the balloons.
By this time Mrs. Bobbsey had come out of the house, and when she saw
Frank she remembered him at once.
"Oh, it is very good to see you again," she exclaimed, and she looked
sorry when he told her he had lost his place with the circus.
"Well, perhaps it is all for the best," said Mr. Bobbsey, when he
heard the news. "A circus is not the nicest place in the world for a
growing boy, though many good men and women are in circuses."
"I think I'd like to work on a farm for a change," said Frank.
"Well, you won't find farm work very easy," spoke Uncle Daniel, as he
came out to listen to the runaway's story. "And I think you had better
go back to your guardian," he added. "He has been looking for you."
"So Bert said," remarked Frank, "but I'll never go back to that lumber
office to be treated as I was before.
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