e ragged boy that they hardly knew what to do. Flossie looked at Freddie and

e!" ordered the ragged boy. "I ain't do

mean it isn't a good word. Our teacher says so

' in this winder," objected the boy. "Nice smells comes out; and when you

ing it, was to be poor indeed! Flossie opened her fat chubby hand and looked at the two moist pennies clutched t

id Freddie

Flossie. "You can

what to say. Then a smile came over the boy's fa

his-for us?

e don't need candy, and we'l

y two lollypops!" cr

e boy, and into the s

rew a lon

, don't you?" h

I do! Anyhow, we can ask mother

me for Thanksgiving

gged boy and girl

poor, and we can feed some at our house

e fine!" Flossie

his sister, who at first thought Flossie and Freddie ha

h us!" announced Freddi

n't Thanksgiving yet, but we want to feel good w

all right," sigh

" said h

gged boy, who said his name was Dick, and his sister, w

her little son and daughter came up the st

nksgiving, like Miss Pompret'

ie. "And we gave them our two cents, so please

had brought all this about. So she welcomed the two strange children, and took

, and after Flossie and Freddie had finished watching their strange, r

of town, that their father was dead, and that

pause in his mother's questions. "We've a nice sc

shed 'cause he pulled my hair-I mean the

r clothes is too ragged,"

ull of holes," offered Mrs. Bobbsey kindly. "Clothes with holes in are fine for summ

thes home. The result was that they appeared at school the following Monday. But neither Floss

e, Freddie?" asked Flossie, when it was settl

ed. "And I hope we

y sauce!" add

ompret with that lady's Thanksgiving feast for those who were not fortunate enough to have one of their own, and Mr. Bobbsey and some

ecause there was no snow. The children had polished their sleds, had wiped the rust off the runners, and were all ready for a coast. But without sno

now, Mother?" asked Flossie

e so I can skate?" Fr

while," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. "But when I can not say. You must

"Oh, look!" he suddenly cried, coming back to t

it?" aske

ust came along and Snoop ran up

out of a tree," said Nan. "He's

he dog, or whether he was afraid of falling if he started to come down backward out

can climb out on that limb from our

porch roof, and a little later was ov

dismally c

," said Bert, kindly.

his way out on a limb toward Snoop. And then, all of a su

ling! I'm go