"The pumpkin
beat you in the rolling race down hill. But maybe you'll win next time."
"There isn't going to be any next time," laughed Mother Bobbsey, as she
ran to pick Freddie up. "He didn't do that on purpose, little girl."
"Oh, I thought he did. Anyhow, it was funny!" and she laughed again.
"Yes, it was funny," agreed Bert. "And here comes a man after the
pumpkin, I guess."
"Be careful that he doesn't take you and put you on exhibition in the
tent," said Nan to her little brother.
"Will he, Mother?" asked Flossie.
"No, of course not. Nan is only joking."
"The pumpkin isn't hurt any," said Harry, helping the man lift it up on
his shoulder.
"I'm glad of it," the man said. "It has won the prize, and the farmer
who owns it wouldn't like it if it should be broken."
"Let's go over to the merry-go-round," suggested Freddie, who did not
like so many people looking at him, for quite a crowd had gathered when
word of the funny pumpkin race spread. "I want a ride on the
merry-go-round."
"So do I," added Flossie.
"And then it will be time for the balloon to go up," added Bert. "Do you
think the wind is too strong?" he asked his father.
"Well, it is blowing pretty hard, and it's getting worse. I think there
is going to be a storm. But I see men working around the balloon, and I
think they are going to send it up. Perhaps they think they can send it
up and let it come down again before the storm.
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