"I won't get any blood on you!"
"Is it much of a cut?" asked Nan "Do you want me to get the iodine?"
Their Mother had taught the Bobbsey twins not to neglect hurts of this
kind, and iodine, they knew, was good to "kill the germs," whatever that
meant. Iodine smarted when put into a cut, but it was better to stand a
little smart at first than a big pain afterward, so Daddy Bobbsey had
said.
"Oh, it isn't much of a cut," Bert said. "I guess I don't need any
iodine. You'd better go look after Flossie. The trucks may be along any
time now, and we don't want to keep them waiting."
"All right. But you'd better not whittle any more on that boat or you
may cut yourself so bad you can't go to the picnic."
"Let the boat go!" advised Freddie. "It's good enough, anyhow, and I
want you to go to the picnic, Bert."
"All right. The little ship is almost finished, anyhow. I just have to
make about three more cuts and then I'm done."
His finger had stopped bleeding--indeed the cut was a very small
one--and Bert was soon putting the last touches to the tiny craft which
Freddie wanted to sail in the little lake at the picnic grounds.
Just as Bert handed the homemade toy to his brother, and when Nan
reached Flossie, in time to stop her from climbing on the gate, a noise
of honking horns was heard down the street.
"Oh, here they come! Here come the trucks!" cried Flossie, dancing up
and down.
"Get the lunch!" called Freddie, to make sure they would not go hungry
on the picnic.
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