But when I went up something slipped, and I nearly fell, and
I grabbed the rope and the branch, and there I was!"
"Well, it's a good thing you stuck here instead of falling down there,"
and Mr. Bobbsey looked to the ground below. "You're all right now. Don't
cry."
But Nan could not help crying a little, though she was glad she could
feel her father's arms about her. Mr. Bobbsey soon loosened the little
girl's leg from the loop of the rope, and then he carried her down the
ladder.
"You're just like a fireman, aren't you, Daddy?" cried Freddie, as his
father set Nan on the ground.
"Well, a little, yes," admitted Mr. Bobbsey, with a laugh. "But better
not any more of you try those firemen tricks," he warned the children as
the ladder was taken down.
"I'll have to put the swing away if you climb the rope any more,"
threatened Uncle Daniel.
"We won't shinny up it any more," promised Bert and Harry, and their
fathers knew that if the boys did not do it Nan would not.
"I guess we've had enough swinging," said Bert. "Let's play something
else, Harry. Got any new games?"
"We can go down to the pond and fish."
"Oh, I love to fish!" exclaimed Nan. "What kind of fish can you catch in
the pond, Harry?"
"Bullfrogs, mostly."
"They aren't fish," laughed Nan.
"Well, it's just as much fun," went on the country boy.
"I guess I'd better go help mother unpack the trunks," Nan said, for she
saw the expressman drive up with two trunks that had been sent on
ahead.
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