Bobbsey asked.
"Didn't you hear that thunder? I can't see the sky, on account of the
trees, but I'm afraid it's clouding over."
"No, the sun is shining," said the twins' mother.
"But I'm sure that is thunder," went on Mrs. Morris.
There was a rumbling sound down the road, and there seemed to be some
excitement there, for a number of children who had started toward the
ice cream pavilion turned back.
"I wonder what it is," mused Mrs. Bobbsey. "I hope no 'almost' accidents
are going to happen."
"I'll go see what it is," offered Bert.
He ran down the road, was gone a little while, and came back, his eyes
shining with eagerness.
"Oh, it's a big merry-go-round!" he cried.
"A merry-go-round?" repeated his mother, busy at the ice cream.
"Yes, a man has a big merry-go-round in pieces on three or four big
wagons," Bert reported. "Something's the matter with the engine--it runs
by a steam engine, and something's the matter!"
"Bert, go call your father," said Mrs. Bobbsey, for her husband had gone
to the far side of the grove to get another ice cream tub from the truck
on which they were brought to the picnic. "We don't want any strange men
setting up a merry-go-round here. Call your father!"
CHAPTER IV
A MISSING COAT
Mr. Bobbsey came hurrying over to the ice cream pavilion, with Bert
almost running beside him to keep up with his father.
"What's all this, Mother?" asked Mr.
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